“You have eyes on Tessa?”
He nodded. “One of my men is tailing her discreetly.”
I knew if she found out she’d give me hell. “Maybe Tessa almost dying made this guy stop?”
Caden leaned back in his chair. “I’d like to think that, but I’m not risking your life on a hope and a prayer.”
“Keep working, Caden. Eventually, this guy will make a mistake.”
Piper rose from her chair and set some papers on my desk. “Robbie asked me to print all these for you. There are some things for you to sign. But the most important thing is the finalized list of upgrades and renovations for the Langston Windward.”
I scanned it. “It looks great, Piper. Tessa might have a few more ideas for the spa.”
She nodded. “I’ll talk with her. If you can sign off, I can get the ball rolling with contractors. Get some work scheduled before the winter.”
I signed it with a flourish. “Do it.”
“And I hear the Maldives deal is all done,” Caden said.
“Yes.” I smiled. “Tristan wined and dined within an inch of his life and pulled it off.”
“Congrats,” Piper said. “When do you leave?”
It felt like my insides chilled. “I’m not finished here.”
She lifted a brow. “But we’ve finalized the plans. That’s usually when you move on. What you really mean is you’re not finished with Tessa Ashford.”
I didn’t fidget. I was a CEO. I had control and restraint. “I’m just not?—”
There was a knock at the door and I saw Jazz.
I shot to my feet. “Is Tessa all right?”
The woman’s brow creased. “Yes. I think she’s in the restaurant. Mr. Langston…” she looked a little awkward “… you have a visitor in the lobby.”
I frowned. I wasn’t expecting anybody.
Jazz cleared her throat. “It’s your father.”
I felt my face change and coolness slid over me. “He’s here?”
She nodded.
Shit. This was the last thing I wanted to deal with.
“Ro?” Piper watched me carefully.
Caden rose. “I’ll tell him to leave.”
I sighed. “He’ll just come back or ambush me somewhere else. I’ll deal with him.” I slid my jacket on and buttoned it.
When I hit the lobby, I saw him standing there like he owned the place. He was still handsome and imposing even in his sixties. I looked like my mom, but I hated that I had my father’s build. My jaw tightened. He wasn’t alone.
The very pretty, very young blonde in a designer dress clutched my father’s arm.
I strode through the lobby. She saw me first, and I watched her gaze sharpen on me. Her lips parted and I saw the hungry glitter in her eye.
Hell no, sweetheart.“Father.”
