Chapter 6
It became painfully clear to Presley during the impromptu meeting in the front den that she was losing control of the Barcom joint venture. Her father, for reasons that she found difficult to comprehend, seemed completely taken with Hobie Brent. He kept saying odd little phrases to him. Things like “my boy” and “a chip off the ol’ block”, all while slapping him on the back in camaraderie. As if Mack was a coach and Hobie was his new all star player. Or something.
Hobie, for his part, kept coming back to sustainability studies and the complications of global tourism. After removing his horrible green hat and coat he didn’t cut quite the rumpled figure he had at their first meeting. Or maybe she was getting used to the way he looked. He was dressed in jeans and a sleek charcoal g
