The Millionaire's Club: Connor, Tom & Gavin: Round-the-Clock Temptation / Highly Compromised Position / A Most Shocking Revelation. Michelle Celmer

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      “What about working in your father’s firm. Is that fun?”

      He gave a rueful laugh. “I don’t think you could ever categorize engineering as fun.”

      “The people who like to do it can. The people who don’t do it because it’s what is expected of them.”

      “Life is not about having fun.”

      “Why not? Shouldn’t it be?”

      Good question. One he’d never considered—and had no idea how to answer.

      She didn’t wait for one. “If you’re not having fun, you’re most likely unhappy, and people who aren’t happy get angry and bitter. And if they don’t do anything to change, they just get angrier and angrier until they snap.”

      It took a full minute for his brain to absorb the meaning of her words, the concept was so foreign to him. Could she be right? Could his rage, his anger be the result of a life spent pleasing other people? Had he really been so unhappy?

      What was it his brother had said? Connor needed someone who could show him how to have fun. Had he become so closed off, so mired in other people’s expectations and his father’s constant disapproval, that he’d forgotten how to have fun?

      Hell, had he ever known? Had he ever been happy?

      Nita yawned and stretched, and pulled herself to her feet. “Well, it’s getting late. I think I’ll head back up to bed now.”

      “I’ll be up in a bit,” he said. He didn’t feel much like sleeping.

      “You know, you’re still welcome to join me.”

      Everything in him wanted to accept her offer. But he wasn’t prepared to drag her into this mess that had become his life.

      “Maybe another time,” she said, when he didn’t answer. “And think about what I said.”

      Thinking about what she’d said seemed to be all he could do as she disappeared into the house. When dawn cast a pink shadow on the horizon he finally got up and went inside, no closer to a solution than he’d been before.

      Nita stormed into the family room, feeling as if she were about an inch from her wits’ end and slipping fast. The men in this house were all acting like a bunch of fools and, damn it, it was time she did something about it.

      She smacked the newspaper down on the coffee table across from her father’s chair. Startled, he looked up from his game.

      “What’s the matter with you?”

      She pointed at the paper. “You want to explain to me why there’s no ad in this paper for a housekeeper when you assured me that you were going to take care of it.”

      He looked away, but not before she saw the guilt in his eyes. “Musta forgot.”

      Forgot my foot. “You haven’t noticed the house is falling apart? Daddy, I am only one woman. I can’t do it all. You, of all people, should know that.”

      “I’ll start helpin’ out then,” he grumbled.

      She doubted that. All he’d done since the hospital was sit on his duff and mope. Between him and Connor—who had grown even more withdrawn and cranky since their talk the other night—she was beginning to believe both men had developed some sort of weird, male PMS.

      And even if her daddy did get off his behind and lend a hand, which at this point didn’t look promising, he was limited as to what he could do in a cast.

      It was time she put her foot down.

      “That’s not good enough,” she told him. “We have to hire someone.”

      “It just…I can’t do that.”

      “But we need a housekeeper!”

      “It feels wrong to bring a new housekeeper in. This is Jane’s house.”

      “Jane’s house? I thought you built this house for Momma?”

      If she’d been trying to push a button, she’d apparently hit the right one. He looked crestfallen. And for the first time since Jane left she realized he wasn’t just being stubborn. He was genuinely hurt and lonely and confused.

      “I never realized how much I would miss Jane,” he said.

      Nita knelt on the floor by his chair. “Then you have to tell her how you feel.”

      “When she comes back, I will.”

      “Comes back? Daddy, she isn’t coming back.”

      He turned back toward the television. “She will, when she cools off, then I’ll talk to her.”

      Nita groaned and let her head drop to the arm of the chair. So much for him not being stubborn. And here she’d actually felt sorry for him. The man obviously knew nothing about the inner workings of the female mind. If he thought Jane was going to come crawling back to him, he was in for a surprise.

      If Will wouldn’t go after Jane, maybe Nita should. Maybe Jane would swallow her pride, come back and listen to what Nita’s daddy had to say. Short of hogtying her daddy, throwing him in the truck and taking him to Odessa against his will, she didn’t see a solution to this.

      Something had to be done.

      She left her daddy sulking in front of the television and set out to find Connor. He’d been outside talking with Jimmy when she went inside with the paper, so she headed through the kitchen to the back door.

      “Where do you think you’re going?” Connor snapped from behind her.

      She turned to find him standing in the mudroom doorway, arms folded over his chest, face pinched with irritation.

      “I was coming out to look for you,” she said.

      “Uh-huh. Sure you were.”

      She felt like smacking him upside the head. “What, you think I’m lying?”

      “Wouldn’t be the first time you tried to sneak away from me.”

      “I thought you were still outside, and I was coming to talk to you.”

      The look of accusation didn’t waver, nor did his aggravated tone. “Whatever you say.”

      No doubt about it, male PMS. That’s what she got for trying to help him the other night. Silly her, she’d thought he would be grateful, or at least start acting human. And she was going to spend an hour in the car with him driving to Odessa?

      Don’t think so.

      If he was so determined to believe the worst, that’s exactly what she would give him. When the opportunity presented itself.

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