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Assuming he even knew about it.
That he might not know was a very real possibility. If what Spencer had said about his father arranging the whole engagement to Chelsea Chamberlain was true, then it seemed entirely plausible that his father might also have had an offer drawn up to keep her out of the picture.
Of course, why bother drawing up a contract and offering incentive at all if Spencer had decided to walk away? She hadn’t asked for anything. Hadn’t threatened to go to the press.
The answer she kept coming back to was enough to make her heart pound.
“But, what if I wasn’t?”
Maybe Spencer really was serious about not marrying Chelsea. Maybe he really did want something else. Maybe ...
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and stared at it. No missed calls, no returned texts, despite the fact she had left several messages and thumbed several requests to the private number he had slipped her.
Fuck it.A phone call or a text wasn’t going to cut it. She wanted to see his face when she asked him point-blank if he had anything to do with the contract and, depending on his answer to that, if he was still interested in ... something.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Spencer left his father’soffice and headed right for the parking garage, ignoring any and all attempts to get his attention along the way. He needed to talk to Kayla and find out what the hell was going on.
He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, only to discover it wasn’t there. He increased his pace, hoping it had simply fallen out when he had laid his suit jacket in the passenger seat earlier that morning.
Several minutes later, he was slamming his palm down on the dashboard when he saw several missed calls and texts from Kayla’s number.
He hit the Bluetooth button as he exited the parking garage. “Call Kayla.” It rang several times, then went to voicemail. Was that deliberate? Had she seen his contact info pop up on her screen and decided not to answer it?
As much as he liked taking risks with money and capital, Spencer discovered he wasn’t too fond of them in his personal life. He hated this feeling of uncertainty. It was foreign and uncomfortable. Until recently, he had always known where he stood with others.
Or he thought he had.
Dad had always been an arrogant, self-important ass, but Spencer hadn’t realized just how incompetent his father thought he was.
“It’s just business, Spencer.”
His father’s parting words left a bad taste in his mouth. No words of praise, no vote of confidence.
Spencer had been the CEO of Dumas for more than seven years and the company was stronger than it had ever been. Unlike Chamberlain, they hadn’t closed a single division, hadn’t outsourced, hadn’t had a single lay-off. DI might not make the same profit margin as Chamberlain, but they were solidly in the black and provided jobs and benefits for thousands of people. Didn’t that count for something?
