Page 13 of Stealing Daddy's Heart

Even here, in the heart of our empire, I can't shake the feeling that danger lurks just out of sight.

George's voice snaps me back to the plush confines of his office. “Garrett, for Christ's sake, sit down. You're making me nervous.”

I turn, taking in his relaxed posture—feet up on the mahogany desk, tie loosened.

“We need to talk about the Scarpettas,” I say, resisting the urge to pace.

It's only been a few days since Skylar's homecoming party, and I've been itching to have this conversation.

George sighs, leaning back in his leather chair. “Garrett, old friend, you're like a dog with a bone. I told you at Skylar’s party, and I'll tell you again—don't worry so much.”

The mention of Skylar’s name sends a jolt through me. I've been pushing thoughts of her aside, but they keep creeping back in.“This is serious, George. The Scarpettas are not the type to take rejection lightly.”

“What's got you so wound up?” George asks, his brow furrowing slightly.

I take a deep breath. “Yesterday, Marco Scarpetta's sister dropped by the office and left a graduation 'gift' with reception.”

George’s eyebrows raise slightly. “A gift? What kind of gift?”

“An elaborate flower arrangement,” I say, my jaw clenching at the memory. “With a card that read, 'Looking forward to future collaborations.' I had it disposed of immediately.”

George chuckles, waving his hand dismissively. “Flowers? Come on, Garrett. That's hardly a threat. Sounds more like they're trying to butter us up.”

I lean in, my voice low and intense. “It's the message. They can walk right into our reception area any time. And that card indicates they're not taking no for an answer.”

George still looks unconvinced. “Or it could be a peace offering. Maybe they're trying to smooth things over after we turned them down.”

I shake my head, frustration building. “The Scarpettas are sending a message. They're not happy with our refusal, and they're letting us know they can reach us whenever they want.”

George sighs, rubbing his temples. “Garrett, I appreciate your caution, I really do. But don't you think you might be overreacting a bit? We've dealt with pushy clients before.”

“They’re not pushy clients,” I insist. “The Scarpettas are part of a criminal organization with a history of violence and intimidation. We can't afford to take this lightly.”

George holds up his hands in a placating gesture.

“Apex Solutions has the manpower, the equipment, and the connections to rival any organized crime syndicate. The Scarpettas know that. They're not going to risk a public mess over a refused contract. But for now, let's focus on more pressing matters,” he continues, his demeanor softening. “How are the preparations for Skylar's surprise coming along?”

The abrupt change of subject throws me for a loop. And just like that, she’s back in my mind: Skylar, in that blue dress at the party, her smile lighting up the room.

I nod, pushing aside my concerns about the Scarpettas for now. “Everything’s on track. We’ve secured the Riverside building and will station discreet personnel for the duration. Skylar’s show will be 100% safe.”

“Skylar’s been having a tough time finding a space for her exhibition. I really appreciate your flexibility on this, buddy. We have big plans for that space, and it means a lot that you’re willing to put them on hold.”

“Generous,” I say, careful to keep my tone neutral.

George laces his fingers behind his head. “We'll resume our plans for commercial development after the show. It's a temporary favor for Skylar. You know I'd do anything for her.”

On instinct, my jaw clenches. If she’s successful, I think, if her show takes off, will George ever develop the property? Or willher exhibition become permanent, occupying not just the empty real estate, but all of us?

I refocus on my job—the event's security.

“It’s only a few months,” I say

He pauses, a wistful smile crossing his face. “I may not always have been the best father, but having Skylar in my life changes everything. It makes me see the world differently.”

I force a smile, ignoring the familiar pang in my chest. “I’m sure it does.”

George continues, oblivious to my discomfort. “One day, when you have kids of your own, you’ll understand. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for them.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “But hey, no rush, right? Plenty of time for all that. For now, you’ve got the freedom to pour everything into the business.”

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