Page 62 of Flyboy
She'd been trying ever since to undermine first his grandfather, and now Jack, with the members of the Townsend board. She couldn't do what she hoped, which was to remove him from the company, because he and Maryn held the most shares and neither of them would ever vote against the other. Or sell.
"That's a serious face. Is what you want to tell me that bad?"
He turned to find Lys's tired eyes on him. Smiling, he twisted in his seat and leaned back against the door. "Not bad. But not good either."
"Okay. Let's have it."
With a shake of his head, he reached behind him and popped the door. "Not in here."
"Ah, yes, wouldn't want anyone to overhear us." She smiled sleepily. "Although I'm sure we've got nothing to worry about."
Jack arched an eyebrow.
Lys laughed. "Okay, okay, you're right. If anyone could do it, it would be Penny. The girl would do it just for fun if she wasn't worried about being sent back to Gina."
"C'mon. Let's take a walk." Hopping out, he hurried around to Lys's side and held out a hand. "We can head down the road; the ground on the verge is uneven and I don't want you to trip and fall."
She took his hand without argument and they strolled hand in hand back toward the hangers.
It was nice, reminding him of the times they'd gone running together, just the two of them, the only concern where they'd place their feet.
After a minute Lys asked, "You want to go first, or should I?"
"You go." He wasn't stalling. He just thought he'd let her get whatever had upset her out first.
"I saw Gina this morning."
"What?" He pulled up, yanked on her hand. "Where? When? Why didn't you say something sooner?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't speak to her so there wasn't really anything to say."
"I don't care if you didn't talk to her, you saw her." Jack hated that her first face-to-face encounter with Gina had happened without him there. "Tell me."
"I was about to reverse out of my parking spot at the store when I saw her leaning against the truck across from me."
"She was just standing there?"
"Yeah. She didn't try to talk to me or come close and she definitely hadn't been there when I'd loaded my bags in the trunk, so I don't think she wanted to talk to me."
"She wanted you to know she was there. Watching."
"Exactly!" She tugged his hand and got them moving again. "At least that's my take on it."
"Right. Well, one of the things I was going to tell you is Roark informed me last night one of the guys saw her early yesterday and followed her."
"So, you know where she's staying."
This was the part he wasn't sure how to explain. "Yeah. She's, um, squatting in your old house." He didn't mention it was empty because he now owned the place. One more thing he'd manipulated so she could have what she wanted, what she needed.
"Did he call the police?"
How did he tell her no without her going off… "Ah, well, the new owner hasn't moved in yet and Roark was hoping to watch and see what she's up to for a few days before we do anything about her being there."
She was shaking her head before he'd finished explaining. "No. No, definitely not. We need to call the station. Maybe we could call Grant Malone, get him to go over there and boost her out. Charge her with trespassing or something. Dammit. We could have talked to Grant today."
"Roark has a guy on the place."
"Is he following her? Was he in the parking lot this morning?"
