BooksBarbecue
Back Born Out of Wedlock
Chapters (52)
  1. Born Out of Wedlock
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Acknowledgements
  52. Other Titles by Author

Waiting until David lowered the doors of the 1983 Countach 5000S, Joanna meandered around the next two cars in line. David explained the highlights of both the cherry red 1988 Ferrari 328 GTS and the royal blue 1994 Porsche Turbo Cabriolet, but when he began to talk about the last, a two-toned, blue and white 2004 Morgan Aero Roadster, Joanna quickly interrupted.

“What do you mean it’s made out of wood?”

“Not the entire car,” David said with a laugh. “Just the framework for the aluminum body.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. It’s part of what makes Morgan – Morgan.”

“Well, color me surprised,” Joanna said, admiring the car. “So, tell me, which is her favorite?”

“Who?”

Joanna turned around. “Addison, of course.”

“Oh, Miss Kane—” David stopped and grimaced. “I mean, Mrs. Kane, doesn’t drive any of the cars.”

“Why not?”

“She doesn’t know how.”

“What?” Joanna blurted. “Why have so many cars if you don’t know how to drive?”

“Well, it was her father’s collection, and they do increase in value every year. I guess she just keeps them as an investment.”

“I suppose,” Joanna said, running her hand lightly over the front fender of the Morgan. Tilting her head to the side, Joanna shifted her focus to the line of cars to her right. “David?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Where do you keep the keys for these?”

Chapter Eighteen

Intent on the task at hand, Kenneth Richards didn’t look up from his computer until the person who had entered the office was standing in front of his desk. Raising his eyes, he knew in an instant she didn’t work for the company. Attire at Kane Holdings was professional at all times. Suit and ties were worn by the men, and women dressed to the same high standards; however, the woman in front of Kenneth wasn’t dressed to any standard he had ever come across.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’d like to see Francesca Neary please.”

Kenneth swiveled to his keyboard and tapped away at the keys. “I’m sorry,” he said, crossing his arms as he spun back around. “I don’t seem to find any appointments at this time. Do you have one?”

“No, but if she isn’t too busy, I’d really like to see her.”

“That’s not possible,” he said, pointing at the door the woman had just come through. “Without an appointment, you don’t get past this desk, so please leave.”

Joanna was a very resourceful woman. She had to be to keep her father and herself afloat for so many years, so after traveling the distance to reach Kane Holdings, she wasn’t about to be turned away.