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“Yeah?” I say, wanting the younger Lawrence to get on with it.
“First, I’d like to apologize for my father’s behavior,” he starts in a severe tone.
“Your father doesn’t seem like the kind of man who sends others to do his dirty work. If he wanted to apologize, I’m sure he would have done it himself.”
“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” Lawrence lets out an exhale. “Regrettably, my father doesn’t have the wordsorryin his vocabulary, therefore making it extremely difficult for him to use such a word.I’mthe one who wants to apologize for the way he treated you and Rex this evening. It was rude and uncalled for.”
“You shouldn’t apologize for another man’s mistakes.”
“I find that I have spent the better part of my adult life doing just that,” he explains, giving me a little insight into what his life has been like with such a father.
I take a good, long look at the man in front of me, trying to gauge his character and see if he’s just as full of shit as his father or made of something entirely different. But the more time I spend with him, the more questions I have of his true nature. Is he just another rich daddy’s boy who doesn’t take a piss without his father saying so, or can he be the kind of leader worthy of owning the Boston Guardians?
“You’re a hard man to read, Preston. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing,” I tell him truthfully.
“I’ve heard the same being said about you.” He smiles.
“And where have you landed?” I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’m still undecided. You?” he taunts, mimicking my form by crossing his arms over his own chest.
“Jury’s still out,” I reply, keeping my poker face on.
“Then I guess time will tell us all we need to know about one another.”
“I guess it will.”
And if I find you lacking, then I’ll do everything in my power to prevent my team from ever becoming yours.
Chapter 13
Piper
I feel like I’m stuck in some cheap slasher movie, always looking over my shoulder, afraid to find a pair of penetrating black eyes staring back at me.
Ugh.
Now he’s got me paranoid.
Of course, Trent is not following me.
He probably left the opera house half an hour ago with the rest of the crowd onceLa Bohèmepulled down its final curtain.
I’m the paranoid freak who thinks he’d hang back just to see me again. I mean, if he wanted to see me, he would have made the effort to meet me in the lobby during the last intermission.
Not that I was there for that purpose.
I was just thirsty.
That’s all.
Though I must admit, I never expected to run into Trent here. He doesn’t seem the type to like these sorts of things. But then again, I wasn’t expecting to find him at the Hozier concert either, and we all know how that played out. It’s just my luck that the man always seems to be at every turn. How am I supposed to avoid him and keep things professional when his sexy ass keeps popping up all the time in the least expected places?
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” my mother signs, sensing my anxious disposition as we walk out of the backstage corridor.
“I’m fine, Mom,” I sign back. “It’s just been a long week.”
She offers me one of her sympathizing smiles and nods.
