Page 121 of Sold to Her Enemy

I stare at my father, the CEO who has a reputation for being cutthroat, and suddenly, I feel that don’t I know him at all.

A memory of the four of them, dressed up and leaving for a night on the town, days after Mckenna graduated, flashes through my mind.

I remember the look my father gave Liz and how he joked that he was the luckiest man in the world to have two gorgeous women on his side.

I remember how my mom glanced over her shoulder, met my eyes, and brushed his arm.

“Have a good time,” I told the four of them.

“Yeah, have fun,” Mckenna called from the sofa.

The four of them laughed and closed the door.

I joined Mckenna on the couch and watched an old black and white film.

“What are you going to do next?” I asked Mckenna.

“I don’t want to think about it, Adrian. I need to just chill out.” She glared at me, but I just wanted to talk to her.

I fluffed a pillow and tossed it to her.

By the time our parents returned, Mckenna was asleep.

“You stayed here all night?” Mckenna’s mom asked me.

“Yeah, we just hung out.”

“She works so hard. You know she applied to Tufts.”

“Don’t worry, Liz. Our girl is going to get in,” Davis said, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“What did I tell you about worrying, Mrs. Moran?” My dad asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Liz blushed. “Thanks for keeping her company, Adrian. You’re a good friend.”

“No problem.” I said goodnight to the Morans and my parents and left.

For the next four years, I was busy with the company, and Mckenna went to vet school. Then, I saw her at the occasional company dinner, but I was focused on my own goals, like taking over for my father.

“What about Mckenna’s mom?”

“What about her?”

“What’s going to happen to her?”

“I can let it go, son. Can you?”

I stare at my father, not believing any of this.

“A long time ago, I should have chosen people over business. But I needed your mother’s connections. I’m fond of your mother.”

“But you’re in love with Liz.”

My dad doesn’t flinch. “Yes.”

It hits me like a hammer as the pieces click in my brain. All those dinners where the four of them were locked into their own world. The times when Liz would just casually drop by my dad’s office, always with an excuse at the ready.

“And Davis and Mom?”

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