Not What It Seems (Escape to Alaska Trilogy) by Sinclair Brenda

Author:Sinclair, Brenda [Sinclair, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Brenda Sinclair, Secrets, series, alaska, finding independence, Romance, deceptions, lawyer, fresh start, Contemporary Romance
Published: 2012-05-28T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Mr. Theodore Donahue deplaned and strode into the South Terminal of the Ted Stevens Anchorage International Airport. He wore a charcoal gray custom-tailored suit, white shirt, striped silk tie and Italian leather shoes. A passerby would notice the monogrammed leather briefcase in his hand and assume the well-dressed gentleman travelled on business. But the purpose of his journey was strictly personal: he’d located his daughter, and he intended to take her home.

“Espresso Macchiato to go, please.” Theodore purchased a Starbucks coffee upstairs.

“Thank you. Keep the change, miss.” He smiled at the young female barista and reached for the coffee.

Several fellow travelers fell into step with him as he strode toward the baggage claim area. While he drank his coffee and paced beside the designated carousel, Theodore listened to everyone grumble about the delay. The cacophony of muddled conversations assaulted his ears, and his head pounded from all the chatter and noise. To prevent a full-blown migraine from spoiling his trip—his mission took priority over everything else in his life—he popped an Imitrex into his mouth and downed it with the cold remains of his coffee. He strode across the floor and tossed his empty cup into a nearby garbage receptacle.

Theodore glanced at his Rolex. Twenty minutes had passed, and the carousel remained motionless. “Shouldn’t have checked the damn bag,” he muttered and dragged his right hand through slightly disheveled silver-gray hair. He set his briefcase on the floor, leaned against a cement column, crossed one foot over the other and slammed his hands into his trouser pockets.

Patience wasn’t his strong suit.

The white-haired grandfather who’d been Theodore’s seatmate during the flight fussed over his four grandchildren. The kids chattered like squirrels while the family waited for granddad’s luggage. Every time one child completed a story—scoring a goal in the soccer game or receiving a 100% on a spelling test—another grandchild launched into a lengthy tale of his own.

The poor old fellow’s ears will be bleeding before the bags arrive, thought Theodore. And then he swallowed hard, attempting to quell the sudden flash of jealousy he’d experienced. How he longed for a grandchild of his own. Did the old fellow realize how lucky he was?

A few feet away, a baby fussed in his mother’s arms despite extensive pacing. Finally, the young woman flopped onto a nearby chair, dug into a diaper bag, and stuffed a bottle into the child’s mouth. Theodore pictured Cassidy, sitting with a baby in her arms. And then he shook himself out of his reverie. “Someday,” he whispered.

Theodore stared at the gaping hole above the carousel willing the luggage to appear. Overcome by momentary exhaustion, he closed his eyes.

For the past several weeks he’d moved through each day in a daze, distracted and worried sick about his only child. He’d passed off his entire caseload to other partners or underlings while he spent endless hours on the telephone and on the internet searching for Cassidy. He’d questioned his daughter’s friends and co-workers hoping for any tidbit of information that might lead to her whereabouts.

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