24 Karat Ammunition. Joanna Wayne

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СКАЧАТЬ him finish,” Langston said, but his tone had taken on a wary edge.

      “For that reason,” Nigel said, pausing to look each of the Collingsworth siblings in the eye. “I feel it prudent to appoint my daughter-in-law, Lenora Collingsworth as acting CEO of Collingsworth Enterprises and assign her the final say in all major decisions affecting Collingsworth Oil and Jack’s Bluff Ranch.”

      Langston pushed back from the table. “If this is some kind of joke, it isn’t funny.”

      “Right,” Bart said. “Gramps surely doesn’t expect me to consult with Mom about improving beef production.”

      “Mom has no experience in the business realm,” Matt said. “Running an oil company or a ranch is a far cry from chairing a committee for the symphony or raising funds for the homeless.”

      Becky threw up her hands. “It’s ridiculous. What will people say if Mom goes back to work at her age? The boys need her here. We all need her here.”

      Jaime was laughing too hard to say anything.

      Lenora fumed. She didn’t want the added responsibility any more than they wanted her to have it, but it wasn’t as if she was as old or as incapable as they made her out to be. They’d been born choking on a Collingsworth silver spoon. She hadn’t. She’d gotten her first job at sixteen, though she had to admit working at a fast-food restaurant in Galveston hadn’t prepared her for a CEO position.

      “This is ludicrous,” Langston said. “Gramps was clearly out of his head when he had that drawn up. I’ll make the decisions at Collingsworth Oil.”

      “And I’ll continue to run the ranch as I see fit,” Matt said.

      Bart pushed his chair back from the table and stood. “Don’t you mean as we see fit?”

      Langston pushed up the sleeve of his pale gray dress shirt and looked at his watch. “I have to get back to Houston for a dinner engagement at eight, but I’ll check my calendar tomorrow and call a meeting of the four of us to decide how to set up the new scheme of operations.”

      “The four of us?” Becky questioned. “There are six grandchildren.”

      “Why call a meeting?” Matt asked. “We’re all here right now. I’m sure that Celeste can eat dinner on her own one night.”

      Acid pooled in Lenora’s stomach, and she felt the old familiar ache that twenty-one years of loneliness hadn’t erased. She needed Randolph here beside her. But he wasn’t here, and she wouldn’t see her family destroyed.

      She stood and waited until she had everyone’s attention. “I appreciate your concerns, but as of tonight, and until Jeremiah is well enough to take over again, I am the acting CEO of Collingsworth Enterprises. And I do not intend to hold the position in name only.”

      The shock of all six of her children was palpable. Nigel smiled. And Lenora feared she’d just made the biggest mistake of her life.

      LANGSTON SWALLOWED A CURSE. This was all his fault. He was the eldest. He should have seen this coming and taken care of the issue before it reached the family table, or at least have handled things smarter tonight. He should have protected his mother instead of letting her be forced into a position she couldn’t possibly handle.

      He stared down the massive oak table at her as if seeing her for the first time. He didn’t know when her hair had started graying or when the wrinkles around her eyes had grown deeper. In his mind she was still the mother who’d sat with him in the hospital after his first fall from a horse. The mother who’d driven him twenty miles to Little League practices and cheered him through every game.

      She was Mom. Not a CEO.

      “There are some legal issues we need to deal with,” Nigel said. “And some paperwork to be signed before all this becomes official.”

      “We’re not signing anything tonight,” Langston said.

      “Your signature isn’t needed,” Nigel said as he started to pass out copies of the document from which he’d been reading. “Only Lenora’s signature is required.”

      The front doorbell rang. Jaime jumped up to run for the door. “I’ll get it,” Langston said, needing an escape. A double shot of scotch wouldn’t hurt, either.

      He opened the door and felt a blast of hot air and a rush of memories that almost knocked him off his feet. The teenage girl staring up at him had dark, curly hair and sweeping thick eyelashes over soft doelike eyes. The same hair. The same eyes as…

      He loosed his necktie in a futile attempt to make breathing easier.

      The girl shoved her hands into the front pockets of her denim cutoffs. “I’m looking for Langston Collingsworth.”

      “I’m Langston. Who are you?”

      “My name’s Gina Cantrell.”

      “Do I know you?”

      “I think you know my mom. Trish Cantrell.”

      Trish’s daughter. No wonder she looked so much like her, though the last name was different. But then it would be if she’d married and had a daughter.

      “Do you know my mom or not?”

      “Yeah, I know her.” He looked around for an unfamiliar car. There was none, and he doubted she was old enough to have a license. “How did you get here?”

      “On a Greyhound bus. The driver let me off at your gate.”

      Which was a good half mile from the house, and the temperature and humidity were both in the nineties. “Come in and cool off,” he said. “I’ll get you a cold soft drink and you can tell me what you’re doing here.”

      She stepped past him. “I need your help.”

      “If you’re running away from home, I can tell you right now that you’ve come to the wrong man.”

      “I’m not running away. It’s my mother. She’s…” Gina shuddered.

      “What about your mother?”

      “She’s been abducted.”

      Trish. Abducted. His mind closed down for an agonizing second then darted recklessly to a thousand places he’d forbidden it to revisit.

      “At least, she may have been kidnapped.” Gina pulled away. She’d quit shaking, but she was staring at him, her eyes riveting and pleading. “I have to find her. Will you help me?”

      The question bucked around inside him though the answer was a given. He could never turn his back on a woman in danger.

      Chapter Two

      Unwilling to involve the whole family in this until he had a better idea what he was dealing with, Langston had taken Gina to the screened back porch that served as the most popular gathering spot of the big house. Gina was perched in a wooden rocker, sipping from the tall glass of lemonade Lenora had pushed into her hand the second she saw how hot and sweaty СКАЧАТЬ