Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set) - Page 242
No. “Everything is fine.”
When I hung up, I sat for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I started to dial Brooke’s number but couldn’t figure out what to say.
Fuck. I hung up and scrubbed my hands over my face. I wondered if I should go back to Frank’s out of concern for Brooke. But then I realized that he’d blame me. Older man seducing an innocent girl. She’d be fine. If I was lucky, she felt something for me, too, and would let Frank know that what was between us wasn’t sordid. She’d call me, I decided. The next play really was in her hands. I didn’t want to get in between her and her father, so if she wanted me, she’d come and get me. And if she didn’t, if she chose her father, well, I’d have to accept that.
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Brooke
I entered the office and started directly toward Mo’s office to let him know what the reporter told me. God, I hoped he didn’t take it badly. I knew he’d be unhappy, but I hope it didn’t cause him to push me away again. Why did it seem like just when he was in my grasp, he was then thrust away from me?
“He’s not in,” Trina said to me.
I stopped and turned to her. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”
She shook her head. “He didn’t say.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
Trina wasn’t being friendly, but she wasn’t brusque either. It made me wonder if Mo had talked to her. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his intruding on my battles, but I had other concerns to worry about first.
I was barely in my seat when my phone rang. Seeing my father’s number, I picked it up. “Dad—”
“What is Mo doing to you?” Anger seethed in my father’s tone.
Uh-oh. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. Is he violating you?”
“No. Dad—”
“You need to come home right now and explain to me what’s going on over there.”
I sighed. Mo wouldn’t like that, but it appeared my father already knew. I wondered if the reporter had talked to him. Or maybe Mr. Stark had. She said he was digging. Maybe he knew the truth too and decided to use it against Mo.
I hung up, grabbed my purse, and headed out. “I have a situation at my father’s,” I told Trina.
She nodded. “Do you have a message for the Mayor?”
“No. I’ve just got to go.” I rushed out.
I drove out to my dad’s place. He was sitting on the porch with his shotgun, and I had a sinking feeling.
“What are you doing, Dad?” I asked when I got out of the car and started up the steps of the porch.
“I’ll shoot him if he comes back.”
“Mo was here?” I looked down at my dad. His face was red and in a permanent scowl.
He stood, his blue eyes simmering with restrained anger. “Did he touch you?”
I sighed. “Dad—”
“Did. He. Touch. You?”
“I wanted him to.”
“No! He let you think that. You’re just a girl.”
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