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His eyes widen, and then he laughs. “Really?”
“I won’t ask her yet though because I’m still ironing out some kinks.”
“Like living on opposite sides of the world, you mean?”
“That would be one, yes.”
“If she came back, she needn’t have anything to do with him. You could live in Wellington, or the South Island.”
“I’m working on a solution.”
“All right.” He smiles.
“What about your dad? Should I have told you?”
His smile fades. “I’m glad you did.” He glances at the door. “They should be here soon. I’ll head them off at the pass, I think. I don’t want her to have to see him tonight.”
“Want me to come with you?”
He hesitates.
“Nothing wrong with moral support,” I say.
He nods then. “Okay.”
I finish my drink, and as we head out, I leave the glass on the bar. I see Heidi glance over at us, but I don’t meet her eyes and instead follow Huxley out of the lounge.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Titus
“Are you sure about this?” I ask Huxley as we walk along the corridor.
He nods. “More than I’ve ever been about anything. Apart from convincing Elizabeth to marry me. And if I can do that, I can do anything.”
Still, I can see him breathing fast. He’s nervous. Jesus, what is it with fathers? Why do some men feel the need to control their children? I think briefly about my dad, and I know there’s a conversation coming there, too. I’ll worry about that later, though.
We reach the lobby and wait in front of the desk. Huxley smiles briefly at a couple of Heidi’s friends who come out of the elevator and stop to say hi, and he directs them down to Churchill’s Lounge. Then we wait, not speaking,
Only a few minutes later, the elevator pings, the doors open, and Peter and Helene Huxley come out.
Peter’s eyebrows rise at the sight of the two of us waiting. “A welcome party,” he drawls. “To what do I owe this honor?”
“Is Heidi all right?” Helene asks anxiously.
“She’s fine,” I reassure her.
“Can you follow me?” Huxley says and, without waiting for an answer, he turns and walks along the corridor to the meeting rooms.
“What’s this about?” Peter demands, but Huxley doesn’t reply. The two of them follow him, and I bring up the rear. We go into the nearest meeting room, and I shut the door behind him. I stand back, feeling uncomfortable, half wishing I hadn’t volunteered to go with him. There’s something about Peter Huxley that sucks all the positivity out of the room.
“Where’s Heidi?” Helene asks.
He ignores her. “I want to talk to you about something,” he states to his father.
“What?” Peter sounds bored.
Hands on his hips, Huxley glares at him. “When Heidi left home, she said you two had an argument.”
