To Have And To Hold. Dawn Temple
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“Glad to see you found your way back to town,” Winston snapped. “Unlike you to disappear without a word to anybody.”
“Marge knew where I was.”
Winston snorted. “That damn secretary of yours locks up tighter than Fort Knox.”
The image of Winston trying to wheedle information out of Marge brought a small smile to his lips. “I asked her not to reveal my whereabouts unless there was an emergency.”
His father’s only answer was a “Humph!” Winston Monroe believed everyone had their price. And if his father were this bent out of shape over three days’ absence…
Travis considered tipping the bottle over the glass again, knowing this was going to be a two-finger conversation. But he had a long drive ahead of him, so he recapped the decanter and pushed it aside.
He swallowed a sip of the amber liquid, enjoying the sting as Kentucky’s finest warmed his throat. “I came by to bring you up to speed on some changes I’ve put in place at the company.”
His father’s brows merged into a bushy line of apprehension. “What kind of changes?”
“I’ve promoted George Collins to second vice president and transferred most of my daily responsibilities to him, everything but the final details on the Downtown Renovation Project. Marge will be working with him, so the transition should be smooth.”
“Transition? What in blue blazes are you talking about?”
“I’m taking a leave of absence for the summer.”
“You can’t do that!” Noxious smoke curled from the cigar stub clinging to his father’s lower lip.
“It’s already done.”
Winston squinted. “What are your plans?”
“I’ll be working in Tennessee, helping Lindy get a new project off the ground.”
His father’s fingers shook as he plucked the cigar from his mouth and smashed the butt into an ashtray. “Damn it, boy!” Winston rose from his large, thronelike chair and prowled toward the bar. “Can’t you see that girl’s using you? First she forces you to marry her—”
“Choose your words carefully, Dad.” Travis clenched his fists around his glass, silently reminding himself his mother had once loved this son of a bitch.
His father shot a look across the room, focusing on a painting of Carrie Monroe hanging above the fireplace. He closed his eyes for a long moment, drew in a deep breath. When his lids lifted again, Travis saw icy control in his father’s eyes.
“All I’m saying is think about what you’re doing. If your wife were really interested in you, she’d have stood by you instead of taking off for almost a year. You and I both know what she’s after.”
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