Winning Violet by Becky Lower

Author:Becky Lower
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Published: 2017-11-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Day Eleven

Violet sat alone in her greenhouse in the bright light of morning.

He’d held her hands. Kissed her fingers. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he’d praised her ingenuity as together they had reworked the Jefferson rose bed. She got a sloppy grin on her face and closed her eyes, reliving the past few days. For the remainder of the previous day, her body had tingled next to him as they’d worked with the cuttings, nurturing them. She’d even managed to convince Parker she needed more time to put together her thoughts before approaching her father. At least she thought she had. Then, while she waited for sleep to take over last night, she played out the scene in her head again, as if in a Shakespeare play.

Her eyes popped open as the door to the greenhouse signaled someone entering her domain. She hoped to see Parker, to impress upon him how she needed more time before confronting her father. She hadn’t yet determined how she could explain to her father how badly she’d messed things up, how awful Davey had ended up being to her. Not to mention Carson’s role in the whole despicable mess. Not to mention the terrible things Davey had said, which still made her flush with embarrassment and shame.

“You’re a trifle. Nothing a real man would care for in his bed,” Davey had told her, and in front of Carson. “But you’ve made me some easy coin. Pay up, Carson.” She had carried the humiliation around with her for months, covering her like a heavy blanket.

With a sigh, she rose and took a few steps in the direction of the door.

Bile rose in the back of her throat as the confrontation she’d been avoiding loomed in front of her. Parker, her father, and Carson were coming toward her. The musky scent of her roses, normally soothing, now made her slightly woozy, and she fought the urge to run back to the office and hide under her desk. Her gaze ricocheted from one to the other, coming to rest on Parker. His unwavering stance calmed her somewhat, but she would not be able to rest or to scurry away until this meeting had come to a conclusion. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders.

“Father, is something wrong? To what do I owe the pleasure of you paying a visit to my greenhouse today?” She’d act as if she had no clue of their meeting’s purpose. Her strategy might work and they’d all leave before any nastiness erupted.

Her father’s worried gaze met hers. “You, daughter, are why I am here. Mr. Sinclair has lodged a complaint against Carson, and how’s he’s been making your life miserable each time you go to the barn. Is this true?”

There would be no avoiding the conversation now. Violet stared at Parker, anger and relief waging war within her. He hadn’t let the situation alone, as she’d hoped. Her gaze pleaded with him. He nodded his encouragement. She ran her tongue over her suddenly parched lips.

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