“I’ll talk to your father,” he said. “But I’m not going to until Monday. No reason to bother him now. I handled it.”

“I don’t think Christian is going to go running to my father to tell his side of it first. And if he does, that will piss my father off. My dad will feel like you’re the owner. You’re the boss. My father is a silent owner as it’s been pointed out by more than Christian and that what you said should go.”

“Exactly,” he said. “I don’t need someone to hold my hand on a decision that I know was right.”

“Good for you,” she said.

He didn’t need her praise either but knew if he said that they’d get into a fight.

“I’ll figure things out on Monday and talk to your father then. I don’t even want to worry about it now.”

Which was hard to do knowing he owned the business and got involved in it the way he had.

How was he just supposed to walk away?

Though he did tell Christian to get all the facts and then when he was checking out asked the front desk to get him the names of the people who called and complained about the noise.

He’d had to show proof of who he was and Kelsey had to say who she was to get the staff to believe he owned the hotel.

He supposed that part pissed him off more than anything.

Christian should have made them aware of who the owners were by now. Especially after he’d been to the other two hotels already and they hadn’t been notified before he’d introduced himself either.

The guy didn’t learn it seemed.

Maybe Kelsey was right and if he took an interest like this, he had to do it full time. He had to work tomorrow and it’s not like he had enough free time to conduct business while he was there if he got a call or a simple text.

He’d have more than one decision to make soon.

It’d been two weeks now since he’d gotten the journal and watched the video.

He’d read the journal through. He was starting to understand his grandfather more based on the entries written.

That the man loved his wife and daughter and had a lot of regrets in life for not letting them know how he felt or putting them first.

Maybe the way things were handled weren’t the best. It surprised him that his mother never gave her father another chance though.

Which told him it had more to do with his father because there were comments in there too that maybe his father had convinced his mother to not forgive his grandfather.

If he’d learned one thing about being a detective, it was to not make judgments without all the facts.

Yet that was exactly what he’d done with his grandfather before he got all this information.

He turned to look at Kelsey on the couch, her head back and her eyes on him. “What are you looking at?”

“Your mind battling itself,” she said. “It’s kind of sexy.”

“But not sexxxxxyyyyy like me breaking up a fight last night?”

“Oh my, Van,” she said, sitting up. “Did you just crack a joke?”

“A bad one by the looks of it if you didn’t get it.”

“I’m so proud of you.” She got up and moved closer to hug him.

“Thanks.”

“You’re still grouchy, but I love it like I love you.”