Page 122 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Davis loves Liz. I love Mom. We’re working it out.”

“I don’t even want to know what that means.”

“It means that you should take the best offer you can for Colossus Corp and go get the girl you love. It means that we deserve to be happy. All of us.”

“Ava is going to freak.”

My dad startles into a laugh. “Let her. This entire family sacrificed so much to make her dreams come true. She’s married now, and can live them out how she wants.”

“Why didn’t Liz want to return to Boston or wherever?”

“She didn’t want to hurt Davis. He was willing to take the fall for her. She needed to stay there, to wait for him to get back into the US.”

This is so wild I can’t help but laugh.

“I can’t see that mom loves any of this.”

“She’s a patient woman, son. She’s also trying to figure it out, and we’re trying to handle it like adults.”

A sudden wave of fury crashes over me. “But you made your children unhappy. If I had known that it wasn’t Davis…that this whole thing was a charade, or if you were honest with your feelings years ago.”

“I know. I’m sorry for the pain my actions caused you. But as you pointed out, you’re a grown man who can take a lot on his shoulders. It’s up to you to tell that woman you love her.”

“Where are her parents now?” I don’t know if I want to see them.

“They met with investigators last week. Last time I checked with Davis, they were on a plane to Oregon.”

That’s exactly where I want to be.

“What will Davis do?”

“A company in Sweden has made him a decent offer. I hear Sweden’s nice this time of year. Your mother and I are looking to join them. I don’t know yet.”

“I wish I had taken Mckenna in my arms and ran from all of this.”

“It’s not too late, son. Go get your girl.”

I press the heel of my hand into my eyes, wondering if she can forgive me for the insults I hurled, for the way I treated her.

The blood rushes to my cock, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

My hellion liked how I treated her, every moment of that sinful weekend, and I’m going to have a lifetime to show her how much I love her, a lifetime of making up for the time we lost.

“I’m sorry, Adrian. The Morans want to have dinner with you and Mckenna as soon as possible.”

“No, I don’t want to.” But then I think of how much Mckenna has missed her father and the hell that he’s put her through. “Fine, but it’s not going to be any time soon.”

“I understand, son.”

“Dad?”

“Yes, son?”

“How do you get a horse to Oregon?”

My father laughs and claps me on the shoulder.

“I’m sure your mother has the name of the best shipper in the business. Should we call her?”

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