Название | Alligator Moon |
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Автор произведения | Joanna Wayne |
Жанр | Эротическая литература |
Серия | Mills & Boon M&B |
Издательство | Эротическая литература |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9781472086457 |
The Flanders case had been the hottest news item going for the past six months, even beating out the young woman who’d accused one of the city’s famous athletes of rape. The reverend was on TV every week, proclaiming the gospel according to Flanders and shedding tears over the wife he claimed had been lost to a case of malpractice by the famed Cajun surgeon. And somehow Drake had expedited the trial beyond belief to take advantage of the hype.
Cassie finished the article, hit the print key and picked up the phone on the corner of her desk to make another stab at reaching her dad in Houston. The president of the United States was probably easier to reach, but then the president didn’t draw nearly the salary Butch Havelin did as CEO of Conner-Marsh Drilling and Exploration.
She dialed the number and waited.
“Mr. Havelin’s office. May I help you?”
“It’s Cassie, Dottie. Is Dad around?”
“I’m sorry. You just missed him again. Did you try his cell phone?”
“I did and left a message there, as well.”
“I’m sure he’ll get back to you soon, but if this is an emergency I might be able to track him down.”
“No need for that, but thanks for the offer.” She hung up the phone and slid her notes on the Flanders v. Guilliot case into a manila folder.
“You’re looking glum for a Friday night,” Janie Winston said, stopping by her desk. “Bad day?”
“No worse than usual.”
“A few of us are going to Lucy’s for happy hour. Why don’t you join us? You can drink as much as you want and stagger home from there.”
“Staggering through the warehouse district on a Friday night. Boy, does that sound exciting.”
“Not only glum but sarcastic. Why do I smell a rat named Drake Pierson behind this mood? What’s he want you to give up now, the sheets off the bed he shared with you?”
“Too late. I burned those after I found he’d brought the Tulane cheerleader to the townhouse to take her testimony. Besides, Drake is old news.” She reached over, retrieved the decree and handed it to her co-worker.
“Over and done with. I’d think you’d be celebrating, not sulking. He really is lower than pond scum, you know?”
“Evan Flanders doesn’t think so.”
“Evan Flanders has visions of dollar signs dancing in his head. So, forget ’em all. Let’s go get a margarita.”
Cassie was tempted. She almost said yes, then spied the postcard propped against her pencil cup. “Actually I’m going shopping tonight.”
“Buying something suitable for a hot divorcée?”
“Could be, or at least for a relaxing vacation far away from this humidity.”
“Now that’s what I call a divorce party. When are you leaving?”
“Immediately, I hope, if the airline will let me use my flight credits for the last trip I had to cancel.”
“Does Ogre Olson know about these plans?”
“Not yet.”
“That explains the glum. No way the guy is going to let you leave with the Flanders case going to trial in just two weeks.”
“Only because he thinks the Pierson name in the byline carries some clout.”
“You’ll never hear him admit that. Clout might translate to an increase in salary.”
“No, he’ll use the usual bull. The timing couldn’t be worse for Crescent Connection. I don’t have the time blocked off on the vacation chart. I’m putting the man in a major bind, and…”
“And you’ll owe him big time,” Janie joined in as they quoted in unison the boss’s last word on everything.
“So where are you going on this impromptu vacation?”
“The Greek Islands.”
“Wow! When you play, you play first-class.”
“Come with me.”
“I would in a New York minute if I had a little more money in my vacation fund.”
“How much do you have?”
“Somewhere under five dollars. Not even enough to buy a box of assorted condoms for the travel bag.”
Cassie’s cell phone rang. “Buy something really hot,” Janie said, walking away as Cassie grabbed the phone. “I’ll spring for the condoms.”
Cassie murmured a hurried hello.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Her dad, finally. “You are one hard man to reach.”
“Sorry about that. Damn merger’s going to drive me nuts before it’s over and done with.”
“Don’t you have a merger committee and a VP working on that?”
“Yeah, but when the going gets tough, I hit the front lines. Is anything wrong?”
“No, I just wanted to get Mom’s itinerary from you.”
“She’s not due home for almost two weeks.”
“I know, but I need to talk to her.”
“Big news?”
“I think I might join her and her friend for the last week or so of their trip.”
“That’s a great idea.”
“Any chance you can fax her itinerary to me tonight or just attach it to an e-mail if you have it on the computer?”
“I don’t think I have it anywhere. I don’t remember even seeing it.”
“You must have. Mom wouldn’t leave the country for six weeks and not tell you how to reach her.”
“I was in London when she left. I assumed she’d given it to you.”
“No.”
“Sorry, baby. All I know is what she told me. She and Patsy…Patsy somebody. Anyway their plans were to spend a few days in Athens then leisurely tour the islands.”
“Patsy David,” Cassie said, filling in the last name for him.
“That’s it. She’s an old high school buddy of your mother’s. Evidently they hooked up when Rhonda went back for her fortieth reunion.”
“Patsy must be quite persuasive to talk Mom into a six-week vacation abroad.”
“It’ll be good for her, especially with me working so much. Why don’t you give Moore’s Travel a call? It’s right here in The Woodlands. One of your mother’s friends from church works there, and Rhonda always lets her book our nonbusiness flights. I’m sure they’ll have a copy.”
“What’s the church friend’s name?”
“I’m not sure. But they’ll have the info in their computer system, so anyone can help you. Have them fax an itinerary to my office when they fax one to you.”
They talked a few minutes more, about nothing in particular. When they hung up, Cassie picked up the postcard and stared at the picture of a small Greek village and the brilliant blue sea beyond. Beautiful beaches. Ancient ruins. Picturesque windmills. Snowy white monasteries. Living, breathing Greek gods.
Goodbye, Drake. Hello, Greece.
JOHN ROBICHEAUX stepped through the open door of Suzette’s and scanned the area looking for his brother Dennis. It didn’t take long to locate him. He was seated at a back table, his hands already wrapped around a cold beer.
John