Page 130 of Watching Her

“Do you mind if I have one of those? It’s not often an old man is reduced to being a small insect and rightfully so.”

Now he had me intrigued. “Of course.” He followed me, remaining silent as I poured him a glass. “Would you like to go outside on the deck?”

“That would be lovely.”

Once we were settled in two chairs, although I was sitting on the edge, he leaned forward. “First of all, I need to give you a sincere apology.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yes, I should never have doubted you.”

“O-kay. What happened?”

“It’s very rare in my industry when a powerful man can admit his tactics are ruthless. It’s even more unusual when he makes an offer that isn’t to his benefit. In doing so, I was reminded of the reason I started Covington. For the people. I can tell you that you have been sorely missed. They appreciated your professionalism while still managing to care about every one of them.”

“George, you’re going to need to forgive me, but I don’t know what you’re trying to say. Who is this man you’re talking about? Please tell me it’s not Carrington because honestly, he isn’t who you think he is. I know you care about him and I realize you can’t trust me, but please don’t leave your company to him when you retire. Please.”

He smiled. “You always looked out for me. You were like a daughter to me and I allowed a con artist to make me believe you weren’t everything you said and what I witnessed you to be. You are an amazing woman and I am so sorry I believed the worst. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“George. I’m still confused. What changed your mind?”

“I had a call from Christian Tempest. We met and had a long discussion. And as such, I have a proposition for you that I hope you’ll be interested in.”

I sat back, uncertain how to react or what to think. “Alright. I’m listening.”

* * *

Christian

For the first time in my life, I felt as if a decision I’d made had been entirely for someone else. Not with increasing my business or with adding to the bottom line but doing something that was unselfish.

Who knew I actually had it within me. I would be happy except for one thing. I’d yet to hear from Penelope. Granted, I had no idea how George had handled the information I’d provided. He’d been in shock, although I could tell what I’d shared hadn’t been much of a surprise. He’d simply needed a push or perhaps someone offering an alternative. I’d almost berated him for believing something so egregious, but I’d sensed how much hearing the news and being provided with proof had bothered him.

Did I blame her for not wanting to talk to me? Of course not. She had every reason to never want to hear from me again. I’d accept her decision, even if it would kill me to do so.

However, in believing I’d done the right thing, I felt almost vindicated for at least a few of my crimes.

I’d allowed George to run with the situation, hoping and anticipating his decision. But the ball was in his court. I couldn’t and wouldn’t force my business proposition on him any more than I’d do with Penelope.

But a guy could wish for a certain outcome.

It was late, after one in the morning and I was still in my home office. If I bothered to try to get some sleep, all I’d do would be to think about her.

Dream about her.

Hungering for her.

Longing to possess her.

There I went again, allowing my predatory self to crawl from his lair.

I’d decided to call this a new beginning, even making a promise to myself that I wouldn’t use violence any longer to solve issues. Turning a new page. All because I didn’t want her to think the worst of me.

Wasn’t that a kick in the ass.

I took a swig of my scotch, longing to see her face if only for one last time. I had no idea if she’d found the camera. At least I was happy I’d refused to place others. Maybe my days of being a stalker were truly over.

However…