Chapters (64)
- Recluse
- Dedication
- Book Description
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Prologue
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- Epilogue
- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
But usually Dad was focused on younger, hotter wife and second kids by then. First kids got the shaft.
I knew.
I was a first kid.
A big reason why I didn’t go to college was because my father had a new family to support. Apparently college wasn’t important for his first kid, and I didn’t want to go into major debt. My mother would have helped all she could, but all she could wasn’t enough.
So no college education for me.
Although Derek Wolfe had divorced his first wife, he hadn’t remarried and had a bunch of new kids. The Wolfes could at least be thankful for that.
“What did you want to tell me?” I asked Blaine. Might as well get right to the point.
“You look beautiful, Charlie.”
I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. Yeah, he was still looking for second wife material. That was why he’d gotten too serious on me too quickly.
I still wasn’t going to bite.
Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was brilliant. Yes, he had a lot of money.
If that hadn’t swayed me before, it certainly wouldn’t now.
He was no Roy Wolfe.
Not that I had Roy Wolfe. I wasn’t sure where we stood at the moment.
“What did you want to tell me, Blaine?”
“What? No response to me telling you how stunning you are?”
“Thank you. Now, what did you want to tell me?”
“How about, ‘You look great too, Blaine.’”
I set my water glass down on the table a bit more harshly than I’d intended. “You always look great. You know that. You don’t need me to stroke your ego. Go look in a mirror, for God’s sake.”
Blaine took a sip of his cabernet. He always drank at lunch, another thing that bothered me about him. His clients paid him seven hundred and fifty dollars an hour. He should be free of alcohol when he did their work.
“I’m not sure what I’ve done to produce such obstinance in you.”
Yet another thing that irked the hell out of me. He treated me like a child. To him, I was a child. We were over thirty years apart.
I smiled sweetly, though forced. “If you have something you think I need to know, please just tell me.”
“I will. I have every intention to, but first, can we just enjoy each other’s company for a few minutes?”
“Look, Blaine—”
“I’ve missed you, Charlie.”
“I’ve been gone from the firm for less than a week,” I reminded him.
“It’s not that, so much, though it was nice to see your pretty face daily. It’s more…I miss what could have been between us.”
I don’t. I couldn’t exactly say that, though, or he might not give me the information he thought I needed.