Chapter 17
Dinner had been mostly painless. They ate at a quiet table with their multiple forks and linen napkins. She would’ve preferred a good pizza to the fancy fare her father had chosen. By the time dessert was finished, all she wanted to do was crawl back into bed.
But she was determined to show her father the business and get it over with. Regardless of his opinion, she knew she’d done a good job. “Are you ready to look at the bar?”
“Bar?” her mother asked.
Her dad looked almost as confused.
“Didn’t Keith tell you?” She looked at Keith, who shook his head. Damn, she’d been so sure that Keith had told him everything.
“What are you talking about?” her dad asked.
She let out a breath. “Remember when you asked me to do an audit of your personal holdings? I found a property that I
