The Billionaire's Son. Sharon Hartley

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СКАЧАТЬ leaned back in his swivel chair and closed his eyes. What else needed to be done? He couldn’t think of a thing. His staff was efficient. Maria would see that Officer Jenkins—Kelly—got her shower and the new clothes.

      He’d hoped when Jason got home he would forget this fantasy of his dead mom come back to life. No such luck. Poor Jase. Was there lingering trauma from the crash? Darlene had been so drunk she hadn’t bothered to strap him into his car seat, so he’d struck his head. The surgeons said all swelling had resolved, but maybe not. What other explanation was there for his strange behavior? Could Dr. Carico get him straight again?

      At a light rap on his office door, Trey opened his eyes. Brian Howell stood there holding a document. Trey leaned his chair forward. He needed to talk to someone he could trust, and Brian was both his personal attorney and a good friend since their undergraduate days at Princeton.

      “How are you doing?” Brian asked as he entered, his gaze sweeping Trey over his reading glasses. An avid runner himself, Brian was tall, thin and the most focused man Trey had ever known. Except for my father, Alexander Asswipe Wentworth the Third.

      “I’ve been better. But I’ve also been worse.” Like this morning before I got Jason back.

      “You look terrible.”

      “No doubt. I haven’t slept since the abduction.”

      “How’s Jason?”

      Trey sighed. “He thinks the cop who rescued him is Darlene.”

      Brian halted his steps. “What?”

      “He won’t let her out of his sight and insists on calling her Mommy.”

      Brian sat in a chair before the desk. “That’s bizarre behavior even given what he’s been through. Have you contacted Carico?”

      “She’ll join us any minute.”

      “What happened?”

      Trey told the story of how Jason somehow escaped his abductors and glued himself to a woman jogging through the park. “I think it’s because Kelly Jenkins physically resembles Darlene and was jogging. Remember, Darlene used to take him on runs.”

      “You’re sure that’s the whole story?” Brian asked.

      “The Miami Police corroborate her version, and they interviewed bystanders,” Trey replied. “Why?”

      “Like I said, bizarre. Where is this woman now?”

      “Upstairs with Jason. She’ll join us for lunch when he falls asleep.”

      “So you’ve allowed this stranger into your home? Is that wise?”

      “I didn’t have much choice without sending Jason into full-out hysterics. I couldn’t do that to him.”

      “I’d like to talk to her with you present,” Brian said. “See if she tells the story the same way twice.” He removed his glasses and tapped them on his cheek. “I’d also like to run a background check on her.”

      “She’s a police officer. As soon I feed her, she’ll be out of our lives.”

      “Maybe.”

      Trey shrugged. “Whatever you think. What’s that?” Trey nodded to the document in Brian’s lap.

      “Part of the reason for my caution. This is a demand letter from Darlene’s father—or rather Darlene’s father’s new attorney.” Brian handed Trey the paper over the desk.

      “My ex-wife didn’t have a father.”

      “Oh, she had one. He just wasn’t in her life following conception. One Jeff Lawson just got out of prison, found out who the bundle of joy he never laid eyes on married, and thinks—like his daughter before him—why not dip into the deep Wentworth pot for a little extra spending money.”

      “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Trey stared at the letter in outrage. Lawson’s attorney, a sole practitioner, had a post office box for an address.

      “Don’t worry about it. I had to tell you, but it’s nothing but a nuisance, a bottom-feeder lawyer making some noise. I’ll deal with it.”

      Trey sat back and closed his eyes. “Yeah, please handle it. Right now I’ve got to focus on Jason.”

      “Carico is good. She’ll get Jase straightened out.”

      “I hope so,” Trey said. The phone rang, and Trey checked caller ID, surprised to see his father’s private number. Was he actually taking time to check on Jason?

      “Excuse me,” Trey told Brian. “It’s my father.”

      Brian stood. “I’ll check on lunch.”

      “Hi, Dad,” Trey said into the phone.

      “Trey. I got your message. Excellent news.”

      “Yes, it is.”

      “I trust you’ll make certain Jason is better protected from now on.”

      Trey didn’t respond. His dad never missed an opportunity to get in a dig. This one was a low blow, but better not to react.

      “I hope you haven’t forgotten the Alzheimer’s benefit,” his father continued.

      “What did you say?”

      “You’re scheduled to appear at The Turf Club tonight.”

      Trey closed his eyes. No way could he attend a formal party now. The idea sickened him. How typical that his father expected him to go.

      “Sorry, Dad. Under the circumstances, I won’t be able to make it. I’ll send regrets and a large check.”

      After a long silence, his father cleared his throat. “Hundreds of very expensive tickets were sold based on your appearance. The Wentworth name is all over this event.”

      “Dad—”

      “Don’t let the family down, Trey. Jason is fine. He’ll likely sleep the night through.”

      “How do you know Jason is fine?”

      “He’s home, isn’t he? Just put in a brief appearance, shake a few hands and down a few glasses of champagne. It’s your job, son. I expect you to attend.”

      And with that his father disconnected.

      Trey smothered a curse and replaced the receiver. What made him think this time his father would demonstrate some normal human emotion?

      So he was going to The Turf Club tonight. Putting on a cheerful smile and glad-handing strangers was impossible. How would he get through the evening? He didn’t want to go, but this was the unholy deal he’d made with his father, the only sure way to protect his mother. A deal that had never chafed worse than right now.

      What if Jason were still missing? СКАЧАТЬ