Charles didn’t move for a long time after Zara left his office.
Her words replayed in his mind over and over again. They were clear, sharp and, unfortunately, true and logical, and he was intrigued by her, by the way she spoke her mind without flinching.
He rubbed his jaw, staring at the Harrington documents again… and, for the first time since the call from Zara’s father, felt the fog in his decision lift.
Hours later, he arrived home.
The Reeds mini mansion buzzed with quiet, early-evening activity.
The first thing he noticed was his son’s car parked in the driveway.
Lucian was home, so it was the best time for him to put his plan in motion.
Charles removed his coat, dropped it on the couch, and dialed his son.
“Where are you?” he asked when Lucian answered.
“Home. What’s wron
