Tahiti. I need to be on a beach with an adult beverage that carries one of those paper umbrellas that says, “I’m on vacation” all over it, she thought, running her toes through the carpet of sand.
The photos were stark, but she still faced the reality that she didn’t know anything about the cigar industry. She needed to fix that. Pulling her phone from her purse, she dialed the one person who would indulge and nurture her newfound “hobby.”
“Hey, Lala. How are you?” Her brother’s voice boomed through the speaker.
“Michael. How are you, Brother?”
“I’m good. So, what do I owe this call to? I suppose Mother asked you to intercede regarding her dinner invitation for Sunday?”
Michael hated their father but adored their mother. Why she stayed with Lewis Worthington was beyond anything he cou
