Sable's Santa Daddy (Clover City Littles Book 2) by Honey Meyer

Author:Honey Meyer [Meyer, Honey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2020-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jethro liked people. He liked talking to customers at the nursery, he liked chatting with people at Hive. He’d strike up a conversation with strangers over the quality of produce he couldn’t grow himself at the grocery store, or with the people sitting next to him at the ballpark. He was a friendly and easy-going guy.

But Sable’s parents made him feel like a troll under a bridge—he loathed them and wanted to whisk her away as soon as possible. Deirdre and Duncan had been talking at them—not to, because that implied conversation and these two definitely enjoyed the sound of their own voices more than anything else—for over an hour, not seeming to notice that Sable was dead on her feet.

When she’d given them the attempted mugging story, they’d scolded her for being in an unsafe neighborhood after dark and being alone, but they hadn’t asked how she was feeling or any details about her injury. All they seemed to do was criticize Sable and gossip about their country club friends.

Her father had talked business with him a little bit but mostly to tell him that he should be expanding into some sort of global empire. Despite Jethro being pretty clear that he was happy with the size of his operation and the money he brought in.

Jethro didn’t make nearly as much money as Duncan, certainly, but he made enough to pay his people well, to not worry when he had unexpected expenses, and to help out his siblings when they needed it. He was very comfortable.

And while Sable was a business powerhouse in her own right and didn’t need anything from him financially, he was pretty sure he could keep her comfortable too. If she wanted that. Someday. Maybe sooner. It felt like it might be a lot sooner but he wasn’t going to push.

“Well, folks,” he said, not caring who or what he interrupted anymore. He was hot from being in his suit for so long, Sable was practically slumping against him—if that was possible for someone whose muscles were taut with strain. And these people obviously didn’t care. “I’ve got some early morning work to get done for one of my customers, so we should get going. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

He held out a hand to Duncan who shook it, reluctantly. Deirdre just nodded at him with a tight smile before leaning in to give Sable a couple of air kisses.

“Sable, we’ll see you for dinner on Christmas Eve. And don’t wear that sling, it will ruin the pictures.”

Jethro’s parents hadn’t been perfect—no parents ever were. But he knew goddamn well they never would’ve been more worried about photographs than him or his siblings’ health.

He gritted his teeth as he slipped an arm around Sable’s waist and steered her out of the building and away from her terrible parents.

She didn’t say anything as he led her out to the truck, or when he handed her into the cab and buckled her in. She turned away from him and stared out the window, silent, the entire way home.

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