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“My boyfriend, Stone—”
His green eyes narrow. “The DaSilva boy.”
It takes everything in me not to scream because the one thing Jace, Cole, and my father all seem to agree on is that I should never be allowed to have a boyfriend.
“Yes, Stone DaSilva.” I can’t help but fidget because I’m nervous. “He applied to the pre-med program at Duke’s Heart.”
My father seems impressed. “Good for him. It’s a tough program, but also one of the very best in the nation. Lots of great doctors come out of there.”
I sit up straight. “I know, and he worked so hard for it.” I lick my dry lips. “However, he found out today that he was waitlisted.”
He rubs his chin, assessing me. “Okay.”
Time to stop talking in circles and get to the point. “I guess I was hoping…you know, with all of your co
“You want me to see if I can get him into the program,” he concludes with a sigh.
I draw in a breath. “Yes.”
It feels like an eternity before he speaks. “Bianca, you know I love you, but asking me to do a favor for some boy—”
“He isn’t some boy, Dad.” I stand, my frustration rising. “I love him.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare him down. “Stone is the hardest working person I’ve ever met, and he deserves to be in that program.” I punch my finger into the mahogany wood of his desk. “All I’m asking for is a phone call so they give him a chance.” I throw my hands up. “But if you don’t want to help me, it’s fine. Because I will figure out another way to make it happen.”
Stone’s dreams are my dreams and come hell or high water, he’s getting into that program.
“Wow,” my dad whispers.
I glare at him. “Wow, what?”
He sits there—staring at me—for what feels like an eternity before he finally speaks. “You remind me so much of your mother right now. She was always so passionate about the things—the people—she believed in.”
My muscles lock up and my heart seizes. “Oh.”
Scrubbing a hand down his face, he leans back in his chair. “This young man is really important to you, huh?”
I look him right in the eyes. “I wouldn’t be here asking for your help if he wasn’t.”
A long-defeated sigh escapes him. “I’ll make a few phone calls tomorrow.”