Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Oh, I’m sorry, Seth. I didn’t know you were in a meeting,” the older man said as he put up a hand to straighten his already straight tie.
“It’s okay, Stan. Come on in,” Seth said as he stood. “I’m not sure you two ever met but I’m sure my dad mentioned him to you. This is Ronan Grisham, Trace’s fiancé.”
Hearing Seth call me that was strange but I was saved from having to examine the unexpected feelings that came with his words because Stan was striding across the room, his tall, thin body suddenly relaxing. He reached out his hand and shook mine fervently. “We were all so terribly saddened to hear about Trace,” he said solemnly. “My condolences for your loss.”
“Thank you,” I responded. Since the members of Trace’s family were the only ones who’d known about my relationship with Trace, it felt odd for a virtual stranger to be extending what I knew was a common courtesy.
“I understand you’re a surgeon,” Stan suddenly said. “Where are you practicing?”
“Stan,” Seth interrupted before I could even try to consider how to answer. “Was there something you needed?”
I stopped listening as Stan and Seth began speaking about some sales figures for their meeting and went back to the small table and got my computer going. The shitty, off-balance feeling was back and for once, I was actually looking forward to going through the notes Daisy and Mav had sent me about potential marks. It was a sad commentary of what my life had become that I’d rather immerse myself in the business of death rather than face the difficulties of trying to accept who I’d been.
“Sorry about that,” Seth said as he returned to the chair next to me a few minutes later.
“It’s no problem,” I muttered. I knew I was being an ungrateful asshole considering what Seth had said to me before Stan’s untimely arrival, but I’d come too close to saying something to Seth that would have done more harm than good. He wanted to be friends. I needed to remember that.
But Seth must have sensed something was off because he began shifting nervously as he waited for me to say something else – probably to finish the conversation we’d been having. He finally stood, his jaw tight and began moving away from me but I grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Thank you,” I managed to say, though I didn’t look up from my computer.
Seth didn’t say anything and he didn’t linger. But as I opened my hand to release his wrist, I felt his fingers stroke over my palm briefly just before he walked away.
Chapter Sixteen
Seth
I ended up letting Ronan drive to my old house on Mercer Island since I was still on edge from the rough morning I’d had. Somehow the information that I was meeting with our biggest competitor in New York to discuss a possible buyout had gotten out, and I’d spent the morning fielding phone calls from worried employees and one very angry union president. To make matters worse, Stan had gone home sick so I’d been on my own. I’d debated whether I should even take the time to make my daily run to the house that played a starring role in my darkest of nightmares, but I’d decided the sooner I could come to terms with the events that had unfolded there, the sooner I could be rid of one of the last links to one of the worst days of my life.
“You did really great this morning,” Ronan said and I glanced over at him. His eyes kept shifting to me as he drove. Ronan had been in my office when the news had broken but after the first couple of phone calls, I’d actually forgotten about him.
“Thanks,” I murmured. “I’m not sure they believed me,” I said.
“Your employees?”
I nodded. “So many of them worked for my dad…I could hear it in their voices, you know?”
“Hear what?”
“The disappointment…like I was letting them down.” I turned to look out the window. “Like I was letting him down.”
I felt Ronan’s hand close over mine where it was laying on the middle arm rest. “He’d be proud, Seth. The way you handled yourself…they’d all be proud.”
I felt tears stinging the backs of my eyes but I managed to keep them at bay. I’d always hoped that wherever my parents and Trace were, they’d approve of the life I was leading and the choices I’d made. But somehow hearing the confirmation from Ronan was more comforting than just hoping for it on my own.
I’d had an idyllic childhood and I’d been smart enough to know it. While my parents had been more than just “well off,” they hadn’t let our family’s upper class status and wealth go to Trace’s and my heads. We’d had chores just like any other kids our age and when Trace wanted his own car when he turned sixteen, he’d had to pay for it and the insurance himself. And that was after he’d had to produce a stellar report card. I hadn’t been old enough to worry about a car, but I’d spent nearly all the money I’d saved from chores and doing odd jobs for the neighbors on books.