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Marlow’s father drained the amber liquid from his glass. “I went to seeher.”
“Why would you do that?” Wicked’s shoulders slumped.
“She nearly destroyed me. I won’t—”
“Because of me.” Her arms wrapped around her middle. “Because of Blake and Gummy.”
“I can’t underestimate her. She doesn’t say idle things.”
“It took you twenty-four hours to straighten things out?” Andrew stared at his father.
“She’s a difficult woman.”
“What did you do?” She limped toward him, grabbed his hands, and shook them. “Please tell me you didn’t ruin your relationship with Mrs. Quinn.”
A puff of air escaped through his nostrils. “You didn’t really approve of her anyway.”
“I’m trying. I want you to be happy.” Her voice broke. “We could’ve figured out another way.”
“What did you do?” Holt leaned against the wall.
Another buzz.
Tick.
Once more I found myself at the center of attention. I flashed an apologetic smile, but before I could get my phone back into my pocket it vibrated again.
Boom.
“You have work to do. Thanks for the whiskey.” Mr. Dixon set his glass on the tall end table just inside my office.
“You’re not leaving.” Marlow followed him to the front door.
“Sweetheart, I’m tired.”
“But you didn’t tell us what happened.”
He turned the knob. “You got the highlights.”
Chapter Fifty-Four
Marlow
“I went over there.He’s sitting in his chair and won’t move.”
I lay flat on my back in Patrick’s bed, my head propped up by a couple of pillows.
“Is that comfortable? Your neck looks like it’s broken.” Andrew leaned forward in the chair positioned in the corner of the bedroom.
“Only time he spoke was to chastise me for being out of bed.” I glazed over his concern. Everything still hurt, but I’d grown used to ignoring it.
“I took him lunch today. He wouldn’t eat.” He dropped his chin to his chest. “Trish says Mrs. Quinn acts like nothing happened.”
I threw the covers back. “I’m going over there. That woman can’t threaten my baby and hurt Dad.” Gingerly, I swung a leg off the mattress. I stopped. “How does Dad know whereshelives?”
We looked at one another.
“I—I have no idea.”
