Rainy Days by C. M. Steele

Author:C. M. Steele [Steele, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Ian

It had been four long, grueling months since I lost Charlotte. Mitchell told me he was doing everything he could to find her, but there was no luck, and Mitchell had a huge caseload that he needed to get down.

That was the problem in hiring a lawyer to deal with finding a runaway. They had other shit going on at all times. They had a lovely private detective on their team who they utilized when she wasn’t knocked up by the other Harper, Tom. The two brothers owned the law firm, and their wives worked alongside them. I’d love to have Charlotte here by my side to assist me. But he was more than my lawyer, he was a friend, and that was the only reason I trusted him to find my woman.

I gave my parents a call before heading out to meet Mitchell. “Hey Mom, Dad, I’m on my way to talk to the Harpers. They have a lead on the whole Cross situation.”

“That’s great, son,” my father cheered.

“Thanks. I’ll let you know what they say.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

“Get your rest, Dad,” I pointedly demanded. It was only three months since his heart attack, and he had a long road to recovery even if he didn’t quite feel that way.

He’d been the head of the company since he’d opened it almost thirty years ago. Nick and I took the lead now, but my mother wanted us to slow down even more and let others take over parts, so our schedules weren’t overloaded, and we didn’t end up in the same position.

Unfortunately, neither of us could stop working hard. My big reason for putting in ninety hours a week was so I’d be too damn fatigued to stay up and think about Charlotte. Add on that my father was the chief editor and we had to take his manuscripts and redistribute them between us, so we met our deadlines. Nick and I were very busy, but we loved it.

I entered Harper and Harper Law Offices, but there was no receptionist on duty. “Hello, Ian,” Evelyn greeted me with a stack of files in her hand.

“What happened? You haven’t found a new receptionist?” They’d been looking for a new one the last time we hung out. Shit, that was before my trip to Italy.

“We have, but Mitchell pulled her for the meeting with you.” I wondered if she was going to take notes or something. It was only to talk about the stupid thief who refused to acknowledge our cease and desist letters. The bastard had been plagiarizing one of our author’s books and reproducing them as their own with just the names of the characters changed. No one was that foolish. Usually, once we spotted an attempt to rob us, that did the trick, but this guy didn’t stop.

I could hear his expensive Italian shoes hit the floors before I saw the stylish Mitchell Harper approach. Spinning on my heel, I turned in his direction. “Ian, it’s good to see you.

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