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Starting with her review of the video, Kelly detailed for him how they’d nabbed Chandler. When she’d related how he’d been cuffed and wheeled away on a gurney still breathing, Trey sat back and took a long satisfying drink of very delicious champagne. How fitting that Kelly had been the one to take down Jason’s kidnapper, although she seemed uncomfortable with the idea that she’d shot a man.
She was a smart woman, a good cop, careful and alert. He shouldn’t worry so much about her on the job.
Olga appeared with the cheese, and Kelly eyed the display appreciatively.
“Thank you, Trey,” she said, reaching forward for a cracker. “I mean that. Without your cameras in place, I don’t know what would have happened.”
“Actually, Kelly,” he said, “I think you’d have managed to take down Chandler without them.”
“Oh, right,” she said, grinning again, pointing the cracker at him. “I definitely have some sort of weird Spider-Woman sixth sense while I’m sleeping.”
He shrugged, watching her as she topped her cracker with a slice of cheese and took a bite.
“So it’s finally over,” he said.
A shadow crossed her face, erasing her smile. “Yes. All but the paperwork.”
She glanced at Jason, then back to him. “I heard you fired your father from Wentworth Industries. Is that true?”
He’d been tempted to call Kelly and tell her about the changes, but had decided against it. He needed to cut the connection between them. Why couldn’t he?
He didn’t want to waste this precious time with Kelly discussing his father, but she should know the truth, not the speculation in the tabloids.
“He can remain on the board, if he wants, but he’s no longer chief executive officer.”
“You are?”
Trey nodded.
“How did Senior take it?” she asked.
Without answering, Trey leaned forward and took her hand, linking their fingers together. He was relieved and more than a little surprised when another lovely smile bloomed across her face.
“I know what that means,” she said. “The old man was well and truly pissed.” She laughed and raised her glass to his. “Good work, Mr. Wentworth.”
After they’d clinked glasses, Trey said, “The truth is my father and I haven’t spoken since the vote.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
TRYING TO SORT out the sequence of events, which seemed beyond confusing, Kelly stared at Trey. “Your father wasn’t at the meeting?”
“Yes, but he stormed out, shouting we hadn’t heard the last from him.”
She nodded. That sounded like Senior. “Is there anything he can do?”
“He can try, but the articles of incorporation are clear.” Trey raised his glass and took a swallow. “He’s out.”
Kelly fell silent, twirling the wineglass. She couldn’t stand Senior. The man was mean and the worst kind of bully. But he was Trey’s father.
She’d never even met her father, and although what she’d heard about him suggested he was far worse than merely a bully, she could now admit to herself she would still love to meet him just once.
She glanced at Trey, who was deep in thought.
“Have you reached out to him?” she asked.
“He won’t return my calls. We delayed the announcement so I could ask him how he wanted to spin it. In the interim, the truth leaked to the press.”
Kelly nodded. “And now he’s hurt.”
“Hurt?” Trey made a dismissive sound. “The man doesn’t have feelings. He’s angry. To punish me, he tried to visit my mother.”
Kelly reached over and touched Trey’s hand. “Oh, no. Did he upset her?”
Trey enveloped her hand in his and squeezed. “Fortunately, I anticipated that move.”
“So he didn’t get in to see her?”
“Not this time.”
Kelly heaved a sigh. “Good. If he’s that vindictive, maybe you should move her.”
Trey nodded. Looking down, he focused on where their hands were joined. After a long moment, he raised his gaze to hers. She read a bucketload of pain in his dark eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Senior’s plane landed in Miami an hour ago,” Trey said. “I have no doubt he’s on his way here right now.”
