Page 38 of Three Meows

He blinked, still in shock, before he looked at Rowan and a smile spread across his face.

“With this info he’s going down. I will make sure he sells his shares for dirt cheap to me or someone of my choosing. Rowan, you are my new favorite son-in-law.”

Rowan nodded as if it was a given.

He had a look of a cat who dragged a whole ass dead bird into the house and was praised for it.

“I don’t know if I should encourage this behavior…” I murmured to Elijah.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Elijah shared in a whisper.

“I can’t believe he got approval before me,” Chester bitched. “I need to crank up my efforts…”

“Does anyone want cake?” Seth asked, as if being handed blackmail to ruin someone’s life at the Thanksgiving table was perfectly normal. In fact, my brother looked at Rowan with admiration and the man of dubious honor got the biggest slice.

What was even my life.

I shook my head and stuffed my mouth with delicious cake to prevent myself from cackling like mad.

Chapter Nineteen

Thanksgiving day went surprisingly well, so I made a decision to stay for Friday as well.

“Can’t you stay a bit longer?” my father pleaded.

I shook my head.

“Chester and I have classes on Monday and getting back will take us at least two days, with the roads being so full of people returning to their homes.”

“Why not take a plane? I know everything is already booked on commercial flights, but Idohave my private jet. You could take it,” dad insisted.

“Ah. I don’t know…” I looked at my lovers imploringly. Chester was mouthing ‘private jet’ with awe, which told me he would never forgive me if I took the experience of using a private jet away from him. Elijah looked embarrassed to have such a fuss made, and Rowan seemed contemplative.

“Let me spoil you a little.” Dad laid a hand on my shoulder and his tone went soft. Ugh, psychological manipulation.

“Are you okay with this, Rowan? We would have to arrange someone to drive your car back…” I asked.

Rowan looked sharply at my dad, who straightened.

“I will ensure my best driver goes behind the wheel. The car will be delivered without a scratch, I promise.”

Reassured, Rowan nodded.

With the decision made, we suddenly had a lot more time to consider. I looked wistfully out of the window, but the rain had been pattering down for hours now and it looked like a storm was coming.

A day inside, in front of a merrily burning fireplace, it was then.

“You mentioned games?” Elijah asked Seth and a minute later all of us, including my father, found ourselves in a competitive tournament. The loser was supposed to sing a song and the winner would be the one to choose what kind of song.

Chester grinned like a loon when we tallied the scores and he came out on top. He puffed his chest with pride and looked towards my father, expecting his strategic prowess would finally garner him the long-awaited approval.

Then he realized my father was at the bottom of the scoring table.

Dad was already glaring at the redhead. He hated singing.

“What do old people like to sing?!” Chester asked Elijah in a whisper that was entirely too loud.

“Old? OLD?” My dad seethed. “I’m still in my prime, you punk!”

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