Chapter Thirty-three
While the shock of John Madison’s words wore off, Blake fell in love. That old man moved him so much, he felt affection for him flow throughout his whole body and nestle inside his chest.
He welcomed it. To meet a man like John Madison, whether he belonged to Charli or not, had to be one of his greatest privileges.
He never knew either of his grandfathers and his own father had been unapproachable on his best days and a patsy on his worst, always giving over to Blake’s witchy, red-headed mother. He’d had some good times with him, but none that were unforgettable. Blake knew he’d never forget this day.
Meeting this guy, seeing how he interacted with his granddaughter, how much he adored her, well it broke down some barriers inside him, ones he’d formed over the belief that, in general, most people only cared about number one. And in his profession, other than a few worthy partners on the force, the general public he mostly dealt with didn’t dissuade him of that concept either.
Watching Charli crouched next to John while he enjoyed Blake’s own chair and petted the head of the woman Blake loved like he’d never loved another soul, John Madison made his mark. And Blake Sebastian now had two people he needed to protect.
Hold it… make that four.