It felt like my insides chilled. “I’m not finished here.”

She lifted a brow. “But we’ve finalized the plans. That’s usually when you move on. What you really mean is you’re not finished with Tessa Ashford.”

I didn’t fidget. I was a CEO. I had control and restraint. “I’m just not⁠—”

There was a knock at the door and I saw Jazz.

I shot to my feet. “Is Tessa all right?”

The woman’s brow creased. “Yes. I think she’s in the restaurant. Mr. Langston…” she looked a little awkward “… you have a visitor in the lobby.”

I frowned. I wasn’t expecting anybody.

Jazz cleared her throat. “It’s your father.”

I felt my face change and coolness slid over me. “He’s here?”

She nodded.

Shit. This was the last thing I wanted to deal with.

“Ro?” Piper watched me carefully.

Caden rose. “I’ll tell him to leave.”

I sighed. “He’ll just come back or ambush me somewhere else. I’ll deal with him.” I slid my jacket on and buttoned it.

When I hit the lobby, I saw him standing there like he owned the place. He was still handsome and imposing even in his sixties. I looked like my mom, but I hated that I had my father’s build. My jaw tightened. He wasn’t alone.

The very pretty, very young blonde in a designer dress clutched my father’s arm.

I strode through the lobby. She saw me first, and I watched her gaze sharpen on me. Her lips parted and I saw the hungry glitter in her eye.

Hell no, sweetheart. “Father.”

Niall Langston turned from looking out the windows to face me. “A nice location. Building’s a little dated.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I told you. I wanted you to meet Trinity.” His mouth flattened. “And give you your wedding invitation.” He pulled a heavy cream envelope from his suit jacket.

I didn’t glance at Trinity, nor did I take the envelope. “I told you. I’m not coming to your wedding.”

A belligerent look crossed his face. The man was so used to getting his own way. “It’s what sons do. Support their fathers.”

“Yes, if that father had supported his son at any time during his life. If I had a good father, I’d consider it. Or if I thought this sham of relationship stood a chance.”

Trinity gasped.

“You have some nerve, boy,” my father said. “You never had the chops to succeed in business. You’re too soft. You had to steal my company to⁠—”

I heard the fast clip of heels on the floor. Tessa stepped into view and stopped, partly in front of me.

“Enough,” she snapped.

My father scowled. “Who are you?”