Broken Daddy by Blake North

Author:Blake North [North, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE – HAYLEY

The world stopped as I stared at the man before me. I always thought that was an exaggeration, but it really happened. I had probably seen him in a magazine or paper once, years ago. But no photograph is ever quite like the real thing. Trust me.

A tall, imposingly-built man with dark hair and a lean, coiled-and-ready-for-action body, Beckett Sand was the kind of person who drew the eye. I found myself unable to look anywhere else.

He was wearing a well-cut jacket in deep blue, sand-colored trousers and a cream shirt. But it wasn’t the clothes—impressive though they were—that captured me. It was those eyes.

Bright green, in contrast with his hair, they were set below hollow temples in a lean face that had a watchful, hungry caste to it. I couldn’t look away.

Then, as the sudden drama of his arrival dissipated, a thought hit me.

“You were listening, weren’t you?”

I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but the thought surprised me. I felt a bit angry, actually; angry and cheated. How dare he hide behind a screen and pry on a private interview? If he wanted to take the time to be there, he should have been in the room like Mrs. Chalmers was! Little as I liked her by now, she was at least honest! I decided in that moment I didn’t like him.

He had the grace to smile. “Yes.”

“I think that’s unfair,” I said, before I could stop myself.

“Oh?” His smile deepened and I was left with the feeling I was being mocked. I didn’t like that feeling.

“Yes. If you were going to be bothered to attend such an unimportant interview, you should have been open about it. She was open,” I said, indicating Mrs. Chalmers. He looked at her.

“Yes, she was. Thank you, Mrs. Chalmers.” His voice was quiet. “Would you mind leaving us a moment?”

“Certainly, Mr. Sand.”

I looked, slightly horrified, as she walked out of the room, poised and collected.

I swallowed hard. Why was he here alone with me? Why was he conducting my interview, for Heaven’s sake? Why had he come here?

“Mr. Sand,” I said, hearing a tremor in my voice and doing my best to ignore it, “I know I haven’t exactly followed protocol here,” I laughed shyly. “But I don’t think whatever I did wrong requires your intervention. Do you?”

His eyes met mine. They were bright green and they twinkled with merriment. I couldn’t help a flush creeping through my body. He was so, so stunning.

“On the contrary, Ms. Morris. I felt the need to…um…parlay.”

“Oh?”

I wanted to smile as I heard the “oh” come out of my mouth. It sounded like Mrs. Chalmers. He evidently noted it because he smiled.

Nice smile. It was a warm smile, unstudied and genuine, and it lit those green eyes, making them sparkle with brightness.

“Would you sit down?” he asked, quite politely.

I shrugged and took a seat where I was before. He sat opposite me. It felt tense. A strange tension, though: the sort I used to get on stage, almost.

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