Worst Week Ever (A Long Road to Love) by O'Connor Liza

Author:O'Connor, Liza [O'Connor, Liza]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: New Authors Online
Published: 2013-07-02T21:00:00+00:00

—Wednesday—

Chapter 14

“Where’s Sam?” Trent asked his butler as Carrie and he finished breakfast.

Mars blinked once then replied, “He’s not here, sir.”

“Did he go back to Long Island?” His driver had the sense of a chicken at times.

“No, I called there. However, he did leave me a text message this morning. I fear you will need to take a hired car to work, sir.”

Trent set down his fork. “Why, what did he say?”

Carrie laughed as read a text on her phone. “He says ‘take a taxi or walk.’” She smiled. “I vote walk.”

Trent pulled the phone from her hand and read the message. The fool didn’t even give a reason why he couldn’t do his job.

Standing, Carrie retrieved and put away her phone.

Trent gripped her arm before she could leave the table. “Hold on. Where are you going?”

“To your room to change into my tennis shoes.”

God save him! “We can’t walk. Someone will see me with this thing on my nose.”

She laughed at his protest. “Well, at least you have a nose. Do you have a hat and sunglasses?”

If he admitted he did, she’d insist on walking…in tennis shoes. “No.”

Instead of taking him at his word and giving up her preposterous suggestion, she turned to Mars. “Does Trent have any hats and sunglasses?”

Trent shook his head when the man looked his way.

“No miss. All his, dare I say, stylish gangster hats are at the cleaners.”

Touché! Mars hated his hats, declaring they possessed a decided threatening quality to them. Which was exactly why Trent liked them. He’d hoped if his hats threatened people, he wouldn’t have to.

“Sunglasses?” She persisted. “He must have sunglasses, and don’t tell me they went to the cleaners to visit the hats?”

Mars’ eyes rounded at her suggestion. “I would never suggest such a thing,” he stated with clear agitation.

The absurd image of his sunglasses visiting his hats, with Mars looking on in horror, caused Trent to laugh heartedly.

When he sobered, he discovered Carrie had snuck off. Annoyed how everyone abandoned him, he called Sam. After four rings it went to messenger. “Sam, this is your employer, the person you are supposed to drive about. It is not acceptable for you to take time off without my approval. However, I will overlook your unacceptable behavior if you arrive here in five minutes” He looked up at Mars. “I want my driver. Make it happen.”

Mars nodded and left the room.

Hopefully, to call Sam, but with his employees nothing was certain.

Carrie returned, wearing her ugly tennis shoes. He closed his eyes, so he wouldn’t have to look at the monstrosities. “What’s on our agenda today?”

“Well, I’ve called the company who installed our door. They regret it broke your nose.”

“Not as much as I do,” he muttered.

Patting his arm, she added, “They’ve promised to fix it this morning.”

He snorted. “Meaning they’ll get around to it sometime next week. What else?”

“I planned for us to call Mr. Marshall the moment he gets in. I’m going to start calling his private number at seven.”

Trent tensed and held firm to her hand.

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