Fudgeballs And Other Sweets by Lori Copeland

Author:Lori Copeland
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury
Published: 2011-06-10T04:00:00+00:00

6

“GOOD NEWS and bad news,” Sam Freeman announced. “Which do you want to hear first?”

Dave tapped his pencil against the side of his half-empty coffee mug, daring to hope the private detective had found his daughter. The last thing he wanted was bad news this early in the afternoon. “Give me the good. Did you find them?”

“Yeah, I found them.”

“Good.” Dave sat up straighter. “When will Megan be here?”

Sam cleared his throat. “That’s the bad news. They’re due back the first of September.”

“What do you mean, due back? Didn’t you remind Nancy this is my month to have Megan?”

“Didn’t get to talk to Nancy personally. Tried to get word to her, but they’re not accepting phone calls or messages.”

Dave let out his breath loudly. “They?”

“More bad news. Nancy got married in France and is honeymooning on a private yacht. The happy couple has more security than Bill Clinton.”

Dave felt sick. His chances of having Megan during August were slipping through his fingers. “For crying out loud, who the hell did she marry? Jonathan Pharis the Third?”

“How’d you know?”

“How’d I know what?”

“She married Jonathan Pharis the Third.”

“You’re kidding.”

“’Fraid not.”

“Jonathan Pharis—the shipping magnate?”

“The same.”

Dave threw the pencil across the room. It bounced off an alien face and fell to the floor. “Where’s my daughter?”

“On the ship with them. Like I said, I tried to get—”

“Trying’s not good enough, Freeman. I don’t care what you have to do, you get my kid off that damn boat and back here now!”

Dave banged the receiver down and paced the small cubicle he called an office. He impatiently ran his fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck. A headache throbbed at the base of his skull—a headache by the name of Nancy. He knew Nancy and could predict the future. She’d travel all over the world and drag Megan with her. Hell, she’d probably move to France. Damn her! He’d rot in hell before he’d let her keep Megan away from him. He didn’t care how much money Jonathan Pharis the Third had. Jonathan Pharis the Third wasn’t going to have Dave’s daughter.

Glancing out the window, Dave felt the hackles on his neck rise. Jenny had walked out of the shop with a bowl of fresh water for Princess. Jake had backed off, giving her plenty of leeway.

A bib. Dave snorted. That woman was going to make his dog paranoid.

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