Page 4 of Believing in a Billionaire
His son shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I would like to point out that I have always tried to ensure Julia’s happinessandthat it wasn’t any of us that she sort of walked away from.”
Sierra sighed and shook her head. “Just promise you won’t kiss her, Kyle, and let’s move on with our day,please.”
“Fine, fine,” he said, holding his hands up in defeat.
All eyes turned to Worthington. The butler’s eyes went wide. “You cannot possibly believe I would do anything to upset Mrs. Harrington.”
“Honestly, no,” Grant said. “You’re the least of my concerns. But I need you to let me know if you see or hear anything. You’re our eyes on this, Worthington.”
“I understand, sir. I will be happy to assist you, as always.”
“Thank you. Good. Well, with us all on board, this should be easy.” Grant grinned down at his desk as his mind fast-forwarded to six months from now when a ridiculously happy Julia laughed about how she’d had any questions about their relationship at all. Although the conversation he’d just had with his children wiped the smile from his face as he wondered if the Harrington clan could hold it together without a meltdown for six short months.
“Is that all? Can I go now?” Sierra asked.
“That’s it. Remember...the perfect life.”
Without another word, Sierra stormed to the door. “Worthington, I’m going to need another coffee, stat.”
Kyle slowly rose from his seat with a sigh. “While Julia deserves nothing less than perfection, how do you think Lydia’s case will play into your plan for the perfect life?”
“I plan to keep Julia far away from Lydia’s case. She has dealt with enough of my problems. She deserves nothing but happiness now.”
“You’ll get no argument from me on what she deserves. And she’s definitely dealt with enough of your problems.”
Grant bit his tongue, trying not to get into a fight with his son on his first full day with Julia by his side. The last thing he wanted to see was a disappointed look on her beautiful face. “Well, at least we agree on one thing.”
Kyle clenched his jaw as he stood for another moment before he finally shuffled from the room, leaving Grant alone with Worthington.
Grant collapsed into his chair, rubbing his forehead. “Well, at least they seem on board.”
“Yes, sir,” Worthington said.
Grant flicked his gaze to his butler. “But?”
“I said nothing, sir.”
“You didn’t have to. That tone told me everything I needed to know. You’re thinking something, Worthington, and I’d like to know what.”
Worthington turned the corners of his lips down as he shook his head. “Merely that you may consider that Mrs. Harrington would prefer honesty and openness to perfection.”
Grant narrowed his eyes at the man. “I was open and honest with her last night about how I felt. And now she deserves perfection. She was concerned about…my past. And I want to prove to her that it’s not a concern and that her happiness is my priority.”
Worthington bobbed his head up and down. “As long as Mrs. Harrington’s happiness is the priority, I don’t foresee any issues. Would you like a coffee, sir?”
“Yes, thanks.”
As Worthington left him alone, he pondered the man’s statement. Obviously, Julia’s happiness was his priority. That was the entire point of this morning’s lecture for his often-wayward children. With any luck, things would go smoothly.
With Lydia’s arrest, DG Industries would be a thing of the past. Their lives should settle, and this should be a walk in the park.
The shrill ring of his desk phone filled the air, startling him back to reality. He stared at it as a shiver snaked down his spine, a sense of dread filling him. He brushed it off, telling himselfit was a remnant of what they’d lived through for the past two years.
He snatched the receiver after two rings. “Grant Harrington.”
“Mr. Harrington, Mike Donovan here. Sorry to disturb you, Evie said you were leaving for the weekend. I planned to leave a message.”
“My plans changed. What’s up?”
