CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Shad?” Osana waltzed past Abby and through Shad’s entrance hall that night. “Shad!”
“Ms. Royal, please.” Abby tottered behind her. “Is something wrong?”
“You damn right it is.” She swung around, almost hitting Abby in the face. “Where is he?”
Abby pointed a shaky finger down the hall. “He’s on the patio having dinner.”
Osana got to the patio and slung open the double doors.
Shad sat in a lounge chair eating noodles and chicken out a Chinese takeout carton. “What do you want?” He groaned, wrestling with getting the chicken to stay between the chopsticks.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were buying Kinard’s company?”
He slurped noodles. “Since when do I have to run my business dealings by you?”
“Why would you buy Kinard’s company?” She stood in front of him, tapping
