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“He did this. Not you.” Lincoln was as fierce as I’d ever heard him. “Do you understand me?”
Loud and clear. But that didn’t mean I agreed with him.
“Go to work. Get your head on straight. We’ll figure this out as a family.”
He was right. I was in no frame of mind to do anything other than the job that was second-nature. Even that was going to be hard.
“All right.” I put my hand on the door handle.
“We’ll come up with something.”
I nodded, despite he couldn’t see me. “You still at the office?” It was late afternoon and a stupid question. He was always working.
“No. I just finished up a meeting with Dad and I’m headed out to look at some property.”
Maybe he did get out of that prison every so often.
“I won’t be home until late.”
After I hung up, I sat there with one hand on the door handle and the other on the steering wheel. Lincoln had a way of settling my temper. He was solid, had reasonable wisdom. He was always there for me, no matter what.
I cranked my truck.
And this time, I ignored his advice.
Chapter Thirty-One
Teague
“Sir. He’s not here.”
For the second time in a week, my father’s receptionist chased after me. I’d believe her when I saw with my own eyes.
On the drive over, I still hadn’t decided what I was going to do once I confronted him. Part of me wanted to give in, do what he wanted, and pray he kept his word he’d leave Grey Paws alone. Except I couldn’t recall him saying exactly those words.
In my father’s world, promises were meant to be broken.
I shoved one of the mahogany double doors to his office.
And found the receptionist had spoken the truth.
He wasn’t there.
When I spun to retreat, she flashed anI told you solook in my direction. I ignored her and marched back toward the lobby.
Now what?
My grand plan failed.
“Don’t you want to know where he is?” Her tone was a taunt.
I hesitated at the elevator. Did I? I wasn’t much for signs, but maybe this had been one that my brother was right.
Without answering, I stabbed the down button. Mercifully, the elevator arrived quickly.
“Should I tell Mr. Hollingsworth you dropped by?” She smirked and finger waved as the doors closed.
She’d tell him, no matter what I said.
