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“When do you plan on opening?” My eyes drifted around the space again. Looked like a long way away.
“About a month.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “What are you doing here?”
We hadn’t really spoken much since the trip to Wyoming where I inadvertently almost ruined our brother Andrew’s wedding. I didn’t know how to answer him, only that I was sick of the distance between my family and me.
“You want a receptionist or not?”
“Dad said he’d help out until I find someone.” Holt quickly looked away in awhy am I telling her thisfashion.
“He’s keeping Ella almost every day. You can’t pile this on him too.”
“Because he’s buried underneath all the shit you’ve shoveled on top of him?”
Damn it. I was messing this up terribly.
“Yeah. That’s part of it.”
He stumbled back. That was about as much of an admittance of wrongdoing as I could muster.
I looked past him and then out to the open space where he could work on cars. “Looks like you could use all the help you can get.”
Baker stepped in front of Holt. “Are you here to cause trouble?”
“What did I say?” I snapped before I reeled it in. “Look. The offer’s on the table. You want our help, you’ve got it. You don’t . . .” I shrugged even as my stomach knotted.
Another epic fail by Marlow Linley.
Holt squeezed her shoulders. We stared at one another around his protector.
So much for our temporary truce.
I wheeled the stroller around and headed for the door without another word. Message clear. Big sister wasn’t wanted.
“Everybody’s meeting at Dino’s in about an hour.”
Almost to the exit, I froze. Maybe this wasn’t an epic fail after all.
Chapter Two
Patrick
“I don’t carethat he killed his wife and mother-in-law. I’m not taking those cases anymore.”
I slammed the phone down and dropped my head to my desk. Growing a conscience sucked.
“Mr. Whitley, the hearing date for the Shaw case is set for six weeks. The check for the copier needs to be signed. Monica, who said you know who she is, called four times.”
“Where’s the check?’ I extended my hand without lifting my head.
Gerard placed it between my fingers and clamped them on the check.
“Can we change the number here?” I groaned.
“I’ll get on it right away,” my assistant said stoically.
“Don’t bother. They’ll all find us somehow.”
“Also, there’s a man in the lobby. He’s been here for two hours. Says he doesn’t mind waiting.”
