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Good question. He'd have to ask Roark when they got home. For now though, he needed to move this conversation along. "I don't know. We can ask Roark later. And now that we know for certain she's in Sunnyville and where she's staying, we should be able to contain her and prevent anything she might try with Penny."
"I had a message from Keaton yesterday. He said he's managed to get some witness statements that will help keep Penny from Gina."
"More importantly, Gina from Penny. I spoke to him too." Keaton had been at the airport on Thursday when he'd flown in to meet Maryn. "He thinks we should look at getting a restraining order to keep Gina away completely once the permanent guardianship is granted."
"He mentioned that. I thought about it, but has she really done anything to warrant one?"
Jack wasn't sure, but if Keaton suggested it then it was a possibility. "He wouldn't tell us to do it if it couldn't be done."
"True. All right, I'll call him tomorrow and get him to start the process as soon as he can."
He wanted to offer to make the call, but he knew she needed to be in control of this and it had nothing to do with her need to control everything in her life. This was her sister, not his, and if everything went to plan, the only name on the documentation would be hers. For now anyway.
They walked a few more steps before he brought up the subject he'd been dreading ever since he'd spoken to Roark last night.
"I need to tell you something and I'm not sure how to do that without you getting angry with me," he said.
She eyed him but didn't speak.
"Before I start, I want you to know I never kept this from you to hurt you. Or to lie."
"That sounds ominous."
"Not really." He took a deep breath and blew it out along with the words. "My name isn'tjustJack Townsend. It's Montgomery Jackson Winchester Townsend the Third."
"Ah…" Surprisingly she didn't yank her hand from his. "That's a hell of a mouthful," she murmured.
"Yeah. I've always been Jack. My father went by Monty and my grandfather was Montgomery."
"Okay. Makes sense. Keeps you all individuals and stops chaos at events."
In spite of her calmness, Jack didn't breathe easy. "So, um, along with that name comes some strings."
"Strings?"
"Family business-type strings."
"Family business? I thought it was just you and Maryn?"
"Yes. We're the last two blood Townsends."
"What's the family business? And why aren't you working in it?" she asked.
"I am. I do everything when I'm not at Mercy-Life."
"A management job that can be done remotely?"
"I have to show up in person a few times a year."
"Vegas last year. You went to all those meetings."
"Yes." He stopped them, used his hand in hers to turn them so they faced each other. "Have you heard of the Townsend Group?"
She cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "No, I don't—Oh! Yes. They're like one of the biggest…" Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, that's it."
"Jack…?" He watched her throat work as she swallowed.
