The Man Behind the Pinstripes. Melissa Mcclone

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      Special thanks to: Terri Reed, Jennifer Shirk, Jennifer Short.

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      CHAPTER ONE

      THE INCESSANT BARKING from the backyard of his family’s palatial estate confirmed Caleb Fairchild’s fear. His grandmother had gone to the dogs.

      Cursing under his breath, he pressed the doorbell.

      A symphony of chimes filled the air, drowning out the irritating barks. Forget Mozart. Forget Bach. Only a commissioned piece from a respected New York composer would do for Gertrude Fairchild, his grandmother who had founded a billion-dollar skin care company with his late grandfather in Boise, Idaho.

      Caleb was here to put an end to her frivolous infatuation with man’s best friend. It was the only way to keep Fair Face, the family company, successful and profitable.

      The front door opened, greeting him with a blast of cold air and a whiff of his grandmother’s floral scent perfume.

      Grams.

      Short white curls bounced every which way. She looked fifty-seven not seventy-seven, thanks to decades of using her own skin care products.

      “Caleb! I saw your car on the security camera so told Mrs. Harrison I would answer the door.” The words rushed from Grams’s mouth faster than lobster tails disappeared from the buffet table at the country club. “What are you doing here? Your assistant said you didn’t have any free time this week. That’s why I mailed you the dog care prototypes.”

      He hadn’t expected Grams to be so excited by his visit. He kissed her cheek. “I’m never too busy for you.”

      Her cornflower blue eyes danced with laughter. “This is such a lovely surprise.”

      Sweat trickled down his back. Too bad he couldn’t blame the perspiration on the warm June day.

      He adjusted his yellow tie then smoothed his suit jacket. But no matter how professional he looked, she wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “I’m not here as your grandson. I need to speak with you as Fair Face’s CEO.”

      “Oh, sweetheart.” The warmth in her voice added to his discomfort. “I raised you. You’ll always be my grandson first.”

      Her words hit him like a sucker-punch. He owed Grams … everything.

      She opened the door wider. “Come in.”

      “Nice sari,” he said.

      Grams struck a pose. “Just something I had in my closet.”

      He entered the foyer. “Better add Bollywood to your bucket list.”

      “Already have.” She closed the door. “Let’s go out on the patio and chat.”

      Chat, not speak or discuss or talk. Not good.

      Caleb glanced around. Something was … off.

      Museum-worthy works of art hung in the same places. The squeaky dog toys and ravaged stuffed animals on the shiny hardwood floor were new. But the one display he expected to see, what he wanted to see, what he longed to see was missing from its usual spot.

      His throat tightened. “Where are the—”

      “In the living room.”

      Caleb walked around the corner and saw the three-foot U.S. Navy aircraft carrier replicas showcased on a brand-new wooden display case. He touched the deck of the USS Ronald Reagan.

      Familiar. Soothing. Home.

      “I’ve been making some changes around here,” Grams said from behind him. “I thought they deserved a nicer place than the foyer.”

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