Runaway by Helen Hardt

Author:Helen Hardt [Hardt, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hardt & Sons

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Riley

“Riley, darling,” Fredricka whined, “what am I supposed to tell them this time?”

I felt bad putting Fredricka in this position. It was all me, this time. I couldn’t blame it on my father. Not that I ever did before. “Tell them I’m sorry, but I need to stay in New York for now. My father’s memorial service is tomorrow.”

“Couldn’t you have told me this a week ago? Instead of just missing the shoot in Paris?”

Yeah, I could have. I should have.

From now on, I vowed to be different.

“If you didn’t make me so much money,” Fredricka said, “I’d drop you like a hot potato.”

“And I wouldn’t blame you.”

“What?”

“I said, I wouldn’t blame you.”

She laughed. “I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly. I was expecting one of your ‘any agent in New York would be thrilled to have me’ speeches.”

I sighed. I’d behaved so badly in the past. Sure, my father was to blame for my disappearances. Or was he? I was over eighteen. I could have—should have—taken control. He’d also instructed me on how to handle Fredricka.

“I’m sorry, Fredricka,” I said. “Things are going to change.”

“Darling, that would be wonderful. But I always love you anyway.”

“You’ve done a lot for me,” I said. “I’ll never forget that.”

“Thank you, darling. I’ll make your excuses to Dominique. I’m sure I can talk them down and get them to reschedule. How much time do you need to mourn your father?”

Mourn my father? Ha! About zero seconds. But I did need to stay in town to help my brothers solve his murder and get us all out from under the detectives’ eyes. “Would a month be too long to ask?”

“I’ll make it happen, darling. Talk to you soon.”

“You’re the best. Thanks, Freddie.”

She laughed off the use of her hated nickname and we ended the call.

She’d been good to me, had gotten me tons of work over the years and a lot of money. I vowed to treat her better and not put her in uncomfortable positions anymore. Time to woman up and be a professional.

Tonight I was meeting my brothers and their significant others for dinner in the private banquet room at the Gabriel LeGrand restaurant to discuss our situation further. The chef had promised a gourmet feast for us. Yeah, the Wolfe name was pretty powerful here in Manhattan.

I laughed out loud.

I doubted anyone had even heard of the Wolfes in Sumter Falls, Montana.

Rock had existed under the radar in a similar Montana town for over a decade.

Being invisible for a few days had been fun. Exhilarating, even. Of course, Matteo Rossi had helped as well. More gorgeous than the handsomest male models and so muscular. Plus, he was a nice guy. A really nice guy. The kind of guy I hadn’t believed actually existed.

Maybe they were all out west.

It didn’t really matter how many nice guys existed, though. I’d found the one I wanted. Too bad we had no future.

I’d just have to deal with that.

Compartmentalize, Riley.

I was good at that.

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