Page 136 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
“I don’t know what you’re pissed about or what I’ve got to do with it, but that’s your problem.”
Not that Jonathan looked all that ticked off.
He wasn’t one to get angry for fear of it reflecting poorly on his job. Mostly it was words with little weight behind them.
His career was more important to him than his relationships.
“I need you to fix what you did.”
It was the whining, pleading voice he always used when he wanted her to go somewhere they might run into any Bond family member. So much for being angry.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Alana opened her car door and put her bag in there. She wouldn’t stand out in the cold and talk to him about anything.Especially not knowing what he was doing here. Nor did she care.
“My company is being sold.”
“Why or how do you think that has anything to do with me? I never worked directly for Bond Enterprises, and even if I did, I don’t have any control or say or knowledge of businesses being bought or sold.”
“But your father does. You can talk to him for me.” His bottom lip almost came out in a pout like Becca had when she was told it was nap time.
He was delusional. “I’ve got more important things to talk about with my father than his job or what he might be doing.”
“It’s not just that,” Jonathan whined. “The company is being sold to someone in Alabama and relocating all personnel and services there.”
“There you go,” she said. “Sounds like you still have a job.”
She struggled to contain her laughter.
Jonathan was uppity. He considered most Southern states full of rednecks. Alabama had always been a big target of jokes in his circle of friends.
“I have no intention of transferring. Just like many other people. What I’m really upset about is thatyougot me blacklisted. I thought you told me you wouldn’t do this. That the minor mistake I made wouldn’t affect my job. One had nothing to do with the other.”
“Minor mistake?” she snarled. “You used me to further your career. You cheated on me— for eight freaking months! While we were engaged! That’s not little.”
“I told you. I was confused.”
“And I straightened you out. Confusion over,” she said, slapping her hands together as if dusting them off. “I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“Wait,” Jonathan said. “Several have already found other jobs within Bond Enterprises and their holdings, but not me. I can’t even get a call back for an interview.”
“I repeat—it has nothing to do with me.”
“Don’t lie.” Jonathan looked close to tears. Nothing but his job ever upset him. Ever made him fight.
Not her. Not their relationship.
Definitely not their sex life.
All she’d wanted was to feel desired.
To be cherished now and again or be put first for a few hours.
“I don’t lie,” she said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
But based on what he was saying, she was pretty sure her father or Mitchell had something to do with this.
Again, not her problem, issue, concern, or anything she could control.
