9

MYKEL

I received a call from Lex this morning. I knew it had nothing to do with me hitch-hiking his granddaughter’s ride. Now I wondered what this was all about.

His office was classic and rich. He did not change anything since the last time I was his young protege.

“Lex.”

“Have a seat, Mykel. How have you been?”

“Great. Thanks for asking.” I took a seat. “But this courtesy call has nothing to do with me, is it?”

He gave me a shot of whiskey.

“Thank you.”

“I met your father yesterday. Imagine my surprise.” He sat back in his chair.

I sipped the amber liquid before placing it on the coffee table. This old man knew his poison. “What did he say?”

“That you and Adley are dating.”

A smile spread across my lips. “And you don’t believe it?”

In my twenty-seven years, even my father had never intimidated me, not in the case of Lex Kross, and I admired and respected the man sitting across me.

“You don’t wanna double-cross me, Mykel. Don’t play with my granddaughter or with me. You’