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Randal Gold and the Chance at Love Chapter Seven Preview

Jefferson was sitting on his couch sulking. He kept trying to call and text Belle but she wasn’t replying. He called her house but her father told him that she wasn’t home. Jefferson was highly suspicious that Belle had told Moe to tell him that she wasn’t there so she wouldn’t have to talk to him. He knew he should have stayed out of her business but she deserved so much better than that scum bag professor. He just knew that Professor Gold was going to hurt her. Was it so wrong that he wanted to protect her? He didn’t think so. He loved her but there was nothing he could do to make her see. He promised himself the next time she saw him he would tell her he loved her. He’d do everything he could to make sure she actually saw him. It was pretty late and he had already gotten Grace ready for bed. He was surprised that she was sleeping through the thunder. Generally, she’d climb in bed with him when a big storm came through. In his hand, there was an untouched glass of scotch. He had poured it in his self-loathing but had forgotten about it before he had the chance to drink any. The tv was black even though it was on. The satellite got knocked out before the storm hit. The banging on the door caused him to spill his drink all over himself. “Damn it,” he grumbled. He set the glass down. The scotch soaked his button up shirt and jeans. At least it was a dark shirt. The persistent banging continued. Who in their right mind would be banging on his door this time of night? He yanked the door open with a mouthful of obscenities for the disturber. The words were lost on his lips the moment he laid eyes on her. “Belle? What happened to you?”