“Because.” He shrugged. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I want a good memory of this city before I leave.”

“I don’t think so.” Olivia handed the cash back before she pushed past him and out the front door.

“Wait!” Alexander shouted, following her onto Boylston Street.

Olivia huffed, but turned around. There was something about him that made her want to obey him. “What?”

Alexander shuffled his feet a little, looking into her big brown eyes, wondering why he felt as if he knew her from somewhere. “At least tell me your name.”

Olivia sighed. “Sarah. My name is Sarah.” She looked across the street and noticed her uncle sitting in his car, keeping an eye on her. He would not be happy if he saw her talking to anyone he didn’t know. “I have to go,” she said quickly before turning and practically running away.

Alexander turned his head to where she was looking before she got spooked. What the…?

He stormed across the street to the car where the reason why he wanted to leave Boston so quickly sat. He threw open the driver’s side door. Sarah must have noticed someone looking at us, Alexander thought.

“Son,” Thomas said. “What…?” His eyes went wide, wondering if he realized who he was just speaking with.

“Come to spy on me, Dad?”

“Alex, calm down,” he said cautiously, debating whether to tell him about everything. He had been keeping such an enormous secret from him for years, and he was about to go for SEAL training. If he made it through and was sent overseas to work special-ops, he may never see his son again. No. It was time to tell him. He needed to know. “That girl…”

“No. You know what?” Alexander interrupted. “I’m done listening to you! What I do on my own time is my fucking business! If I wanted to go out with the guys for some beers or take home a hot girl, I’m damn well going to do it! If you really cared about me, maybe you should have been around more when I was growing up instead of putting your fucking job ahead of me! I’m done with you. Tell Ma if she wants to see me before I leave, I’ll be at Charley’s tomorrow around eleven for breakfast.”

He spun around and hailed a cab.

“Alex, wait!” Thomas yelled.

Alexander flipped off his father as the yellow cab sped away, driving him to Adele’s apartment by Wellesly.

“That’s your Olivia. I’m so sorry, Alex,” he said to no one at all.

The End.