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“Yep,” Alicia answered.
“Can I have a gun?”
“Nope,” she said with a shake of her head as she fired the engine.
Sierra frowned, slamming herself into the supple leather.
“It’s okay, Sierra. I don’t have a gun either,” Julia said as they wound down the driveway.
The knot of worry twisted her stomach tighter and tighter as they approached the location. As they sat at the light where Kyle’s car had last been seen, Julia chewed her lower lip. Within the next half-mile, would they finally have answers? And would it be the ones they wanted?
CHAPTER 19
GRANT
Grant’s heart twisted as he strode from the house. He wanted to stay home, to comfort his wife who was ailing both physically and emotionally. Her worry over Kyle, while somewhat annoying to him, made him love her all the more. She threw her heart into loving his family, no matter how oddly created it was.
He had his problems with Kyle, but he hated seeing his wife worry over him this much. He twisted his fingers into fists as he crossed to the garage. If his son had run off to pout over Julia’s rejection of him, he’d kill him himself for worrying Julia like this.
His jaw tightened as he slid behind the wheel of his car, a momentary pang of fear flashing through him as he entertained the possibility that something had happened to Kyle.
With a shake of his head, he pulled down the driveway. The video didn’t look like anything had happened. Kyle willingly got into the car and drove away.
He wrapped his knuckles tighter around the steering wheel, back to being ready to wring Kyle’s neck for upsetting his wife.
As he drove, his mind regressed to the meeting he’d had with both of his children only a few days ago. He’d asked them for a drama-free life for Julia as she settled in as his real wife.
He shook his head. That had gone up in smoke. He’d have to work harder to keep her safe and protected from the chaos surrounding them.
His office building came into view, pulling his thoughts from his family to the business he hoped to wrangle back from the DG Industries threat. He pulled into his parking space before he took the elevator to the top floor.
At this hour, most offices were dark, though several members of the finance team hunched over their computers, analyzing massive spreadsheets of data from the day’s stock trades.
Grant strode past them and Evie’s empty desk to his office where he collapsed into his chair with a sigh.
Mike Donovan shuffled in a moment later.
“I don’t like this, Mike,” Grant said with a shake of his head. “How bad is it?”
“It’s not good. We need to strategize.”
Grant heaved a sigh, his fingers twisting into a fist. “How the hell did this happen?”
“DG Industries seems to have a fair amount of liquid assets to orchestrate this.”
Grant stretched his neck, his features tugging into a grimace. “I’ll bet they do.”
“I’ll assemble the team in the meeting room. We’ll be ready in five.” Mike left him behind.
He flicked his gaze to the dark computer monitor. In the dim light, he caught sight of his distorted reflection, the strain on his face amplified by the curve of the screen.
He’d fought this battle for over two years, yet it showed no signs of slowing. Along the way, he’d found an unlikely ally. One who had made him happier than he ever imagined he could be.
His lips curved as he conjured the image of Julia’s face. It faded as he wondered how she would react if he lost Harrington Global. While she may be understanding, he wouldn’t be as kind to himself.
If he lost everything he’d built over his lifetime, he’d be a failure. He clenched his jaw as he allowed determination to fill him. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen.
They’d find a way to stop the takeover.
