Doctor Sutton arrived in less than an hour after his father called. Their fathers sat in the living room, refusing to leave until they learned what Merina had. They’d made a bet that she might be pregnant. Conner admitted they weren’t doing anything to his knowledge to prevent the pregnancy. But with all the stress and anxiety, she could have worn her immune system down and caught something. He didn’t remember her avoiding food or being ill. But Andre claimed her mother didn’t have morning sickness, so that changed nothing for him on what the cause of her illness could stem from. “Conner, I thought I said not to bother the doctor about this? If I still feel like this tomorrow, I’d make an appointment.” Merina said. Her voice appeared groggy and disgruntled to everyone. “It’s alright Mrs. O’Keefe. It’s better safe than sorry. I’m Doctor Sutton and I’m well paid for nights like this. It’s fine. Do you have any idea why you feel well? What
Jeff wanted to celebrate. His plans were going as expected. Ana agreed to marry him. He wanted everything perfect. Later that week after the party, Merina held her housewarming for their condo rebuild. Despite Merina being a wreck, it went off without a hitch. He’d learned from Conner that they’d confirmed that afternoon that Merina was pregnant. However, they didn’t know how far along she was yet. They’d have those results in a few days. He showed Ana around his home, pointing out the details he had overlooked before because of other priorities. She’d returned to the house and come prepared not to feel impressed about what he showed her. This house stood for their future and his first step towards stability in life, which Ana came to accept. “I don’t understand. If you record your album at the studio at the production studio, why do you need this room here?” “I don’t write in the studio. I don’t enjoy writing with background noise as it
[SIX MONTHS LATER] “That goes into the front living room by the main table. Please place gifts at the entrance. There’s a table for them there. Until it’s time to open them and then, while we are in the dining room having lunch, you’ll bring them into the front living room. Oh, I must go, the special guests have arrived.” Joyce said to her housekeeper as her staff rushed through her home, performing the last-minute preparations for the party. Many guests were here already and gathered in the front living room. Joyce, Merina, and Ana were all surprised to receive acceptance responses from RSVPs for their invitations. Instead of rejections or being ignored all together. Merina avoided the public eye as much as she could for the long months that the arrests and crimes made news. She didn’t want to deal with the media and the questions. Joyce could understand for Merina it’s far more complicated. She could only imagine an interview being like walking th
[SIX MONTHS LATER] The family piled out of the limousine. Baby seats and gear carried by a happy Conner, Ian, and Andre. Merina noticed her father wave at a man in a wheelchair who was being pushed by a female attendant. That was Ana’s father. He appeared to be headed into the house from somewhere in the garden. Today was Ana’s wedding and the hive of action revealed how close the ceremony was to take place. Merina and Conner had to hurry to get ready. The two grandfathers were taking care of their two little bundles, which worried Merina a little. Merina caught sight of their fathers showing off the babies to everyone who showed any remote interest. With that, the wedding planner whisked her and Conner off for the final preparations. Hair, makeup, dress, champagne, photographs became a whirlwind of excitement and activity. Security was exceptional, with news of Jeff’s wedding and news leaking about his new album. “It’s a perfect day for your weddin
Merina MacGregor, now going by the name Summer McNeil, sat eating lunch with her friend, Ana Davies. They knew each other from boarding school. Since then, they’d confided everything in each other. Summer glared at her food as she stabbed her salad. She brushed her short, dark hair away from her cheek. “I don’t recognize him anymore. He’s not the guy I remember. He’s a complete asshat for a boss. It’s been a week, and he’s a slave driver.” “We’re talking Conner O’Keefe?” Ana asked. She set her fork down and watched Summer with a look of concern over her dark-rimmed glasses. Summer teased her about looking like the young librarian all the boys at school would chase. Ana didn’t see what Summer saw. “Well, it’s not his father. His father calls to change what Conner has ordered. Then I must remind him to take it up with Conner. Because he hired me to work for Conner. I don’t feel right getting in their problems. Add to that, Conner hasn’t recognized me.
Conner waited for his personal assistant to return from lunch. She arrived on time. She’d familiarized herself with the office within a week. He’d been there for two months and didn’t know the office layout. He had to compensate for his father’s incessant demands. A month ago, he’d foisted a girlfriend on him. The woman was his father’s friend’s daughter, whom he started working with earlier this year. She was pretty enough, and she fell into bed with Conner far too easy for his liking, but it scratched an itch. If he was careful, she wouldn’t trap him into anything he didn’t want. Every time he spent time with her, his instincts told him something was off. He just didn’t know what was wrong with the situation and his father became offended on behalf of his new business partner when Conner mentioned he wasn’t interested in her. So, he’d been taking his new personal assistant with him to functions to stick it to his father. But Conner cou
When Summer left Conner’s office, she had several things she needed to manage. Finally, she left the message from Conner’s father on his desk, informing her she was uninvited to the business dinner. She pointed it out to Conner and told him she didn’t want to be the reason Conner had with his father. Could he speak to him and clear this up? Then tell her what they’d decided. The look on Conner’s face was one Summer was glad hadn’t focused on her, but his father. It wasn’t an expression she’d ever seen him wear before, and it added to how much he’d changed from the pre-teen Conner she remembered. Where did the boy who teased her for having a sunburned nose when he hid her hat in the hollow of a tree one summer afternoon? Or the boy who insisted they dance to the music filtering out of the conservatory one evening when her parents were hosting an evening event? That had happened before their mothers passed away in a car accident. Summer re
[CHAPTER STARTS AT THE END OF THE MEETING BETWEEN CONNER AND SUMMER IN HIS OFFICE] “Before I go, here are your messages in priority. However, this one is about the event and I’m afraid it’s addressed to me, but I’m not able to respond to it. I think you may do more and faster about it.” Summer leaned over and placed several messages in front of Conner and tried to broach the subject of one. Conner tried not to watch the low neckline of her blouse fall forward. Damn, the woman had on a lacy pale blue bra under her pale blue blouse. Conner wanted to know if her panties matched her bra. He bet they did, and it would only get better if she wore those thigh-high stockings. He’d love the feel of them on his thighs as he took her. Now he needed to get a grip on himself. How could he work like this? “Who’s it from and about what?” Conner thanked his lucky stars. The connection between his brain and mouth was intact, and he could still conduct a business discussion with