The Illegitimate Billionaire. Barbara Dunlop

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      Deacon decided to try it. What the heck? It might be the one and only thing his father ever gave him.

      He lifted the expensive tumbler to his lips and took an experimental sip. The whiskey was smooth, rich and peaty, not bad, but he’d sampled better. Then again, the company might be tainting the taste.

      “I want to see my grandsons,” Tyrell said.

      “So see them.”

      “I can’t.”

      “What’s stopping you?”

      “Frederick’s widow.”

      It took Deacon a beat to comprehend what Tyrell meant. Then he grinned. Poetic justice had visited Tyrell. Deacon took another sip of the whiskey, silently toasting the widow. The scotch tasted better this time, really quite good.

      “You find that amusing?” Tyrell’s words were terse.

      “Someone keeping the powerful Tyrell Clarkson from something he wants? Yes, I find that amusing.” Deacon saw no point in shading his feelings. Tyrell couldn’t possibly think Deacon gave a damn about Tyrell’s happiness.

      Tyrell seemed to gather himself, leaning forward, his chin jutting. “Down to brass tacks, then. Let’s see if you think this is funny. I’ll trade you what I want for what you want.”

      The words unnerved Deacon. At the same time, they put him on alert. “You haven’t the first idea of what I want.”

      “Don’t be too sure about that.”

      “I’m completely sure about that.” Deacon had never even had a conversation with his father, never mind confided his hopes and dreams to him.

      “I’ll acknowledge you as my son,” Tyrell said.

      It was all Deacon could do not to laugh at the offer. “I could have proved our relationship through DNA years ago.”

      “I mean, I’ll make you an heir.”

      “Put me in your will?” Deacon wasn’t falling for a promise like that—a promise changeable with the stroke of a pen.

      “No. Not when I die. Now. I’m offering you twenty-five percent of Hale Harbor Port. You’ll be equal partners with me, Aaron and Beau.”

      Hale Harbor Port was a billion-dollar corporation that had been owned by succeeding generations of the Clarkson family since the 1700s. Deacon tried to wrap his head around the offer. He couldn’t.

      His entire childhood he’d dreamed of being a part of the Clarkson family. He’d spun fantasies that Tyrell truly loved Deacon’s mother, that he secretly wanted Deacon in his life, that he would one day leave Margo and welcome Deacon and his mother into the castle.

      But then Deacon’s mother had died when he was barely nineteen, and Tyrell didn’t so much as send condolences. Deacon accepted the reality that he meant nothing to Tyrell, and he stopped dreaming.

      And now this offer came completely out of the blue. What could possibly be worth twenty-five percent of a billion dollars? Nothing legal, that was for sure.

      “You want me to kidnap them?” Deacon asked.

      Tyrell shook his head. “That would be too easy. Also temporary, because we’d be sure to get caught.”

      “But you’re not morally opposed to it?” Maybe it should have surprised Deacon that Tyrell would consider committing a capital crime. It didn’t.

      Tyrell drew in an impatient breath. “Give me credit for a little finesse.”

      Deacon knew he should walk away from this conversation. “I don’t give you credit for anything.”

      “But you’re still listening.”

      “I’m curious, not tempted.”

      Tyrell gave a smug smile, polishing off his drink. “Oh, you’re tempted all right.”

      “Spit it out, or I’m leaving.” Deacon rose to his feet. He wasn’t going to play this game any longer.

      “I want you to romance and marry Frederick’s widow and bring my grandsons home.” Tyrell watched intently for Deacon’s reaction.

      Deacon didn’t have a reaction. He would have bet he hadn’t heard right, but Tyrell’s words were crystal clear.

      “Why?” Deacon tried to fathom the complexity that had to lie behind the request.

      Tyrell was reputed to be a master conspirator.

      “Why would she marry me?” Deacon voiced his own thought process as he searched for more information. “And what does it gain you? Just offer her money to come home.”

      “I can’t offer her money to come home. I can’t even risk contacting her. I’m positive Frederick poisoned her against the family. If I make that play and fail, it’s game over.”

      “You have a whole lot of money to offer.”

      However Frederick might have disparaged his family, surely most mortal women would be attracted to the family’s immense wealth.

      “Frederick may have walked away from the company,” Tyrell said. “But he didn’t walk away from his trust fund. She doesn’t need money.”

      Again, Deacon smiled. “Something you can’t buy. Must be frustrating.”

      “She doesn’t know you,” Tyrell said.

      “Does she know Aaron and Beau?” Deacon still wasn’t getting the play here. It had to be galling for Tyrell to approach Deacon for anything.

      “Aaron’s already married,” Tyrell pointed out. “And Beau... I’m not naïve where it comes to my children, Deacon. Beau’s nobody’s idea of a good husband and father.”

      Deacon didn’t disagree with that statement. Beau had always been the wild one, parties every weekend and a different girlfriend every month. His exploits had been splashed across local gossip columns dozens of times.

      “You, on the other hand,” Tyrell continued. He gestured Deacon up and down with his empty glass. “I recognize you have a certain sophistication. Women seem to like you. Nice women seem to like you.”

      Deacon couldn’t help but be amazed that Tyrell had paid any attention to him at all.

      “You’re not publicly connected to the family,” Tyrell continued. “You can move in under the radar, romance her, marry her.”

      “Then blindside her with the news about you?” Deacon had always questioned Tyrell’s morality, but this was beyond belief.

      Tyrell rolled his eyes. “Ease her into it, boy.”

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