“You’re a good man and a good father,” I say softly, and he watches me. “And if you want to fire me, I understand. You’re doing what’s best for your daughter, and I don’t hold that against you at all.” “Fire you?” Dallas takes a step toward me. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I don’t know. Your text was vague, and I thought maybe you wanted to part ways.” “Maven.” He sets down the spatula he’s holding and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Why would I fire you? You’re the good part of all of my days. June’s days, too. I’m being vague because I have a surprise for JB, and I want you to
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