The offices of Rutherford Construction were quiet, almost in a funeral home sort of way. Even the ever-perky Ashlynn seemed to sense the underlying mood and reined in her bubbliness. Faith waved at the buxom blond as she passed her and received a limp wave back. Something must have happened before Faith made it to work. She wasn't sure if it had to do with her or not. How far had Cherish taken her accusations?As she stepped into the hall behind the front lobby, purse and lunch box dangling from her fingers, she noticed Morgan talking in hushed whispers with Jed Jorrell. She gave Morgan a curious glance when he looked her way, giving her a quick nod in greeting. He shouldn't be there. Something was definitely off. She said good morning to both and then passed by into the Girls' Den. Nessa was already there, but Cherish wasn't. Actually, as Faith took a closer look, nothing of her sister's was there. Her desk had been completely cleared off. That could explain why Morgan was there. Thi
Selby hung up the phone with a feeling of pride for his wife. She deserved the promotion. Faith had always been a hard worker, throwing herself into whatever anyone asked of her. He understood the conflict going on within her, however, an inner sense of betrayal to Cherish for stepping in where her sister had stepped out. Yet, Faith deserved the new position and the pay raise. She deserved the recognition. The morning had been slow at the bookstore. Only one visitor had graced his door, and they had only purchased a small paperback for fifty cents. He hoped his entire day wouldn't follow the same track. Soft jazz played in the background as Selby sat and stared at the picture of Faith in Key West that he kept at his crowded desk. He gave her permission to keep seeing Edwin if she wanted, but the truth was he wanted the relationship to end. It had already wreaked havoc within their family as well as Rutherford Construction. He wasn't sure where the damage would end or how Glen and Che
Selby called Faith during lunch and filled her in on all his visitors. It surprised her Cherish showed up and shocked Faith even more Cherish apologized to him. However, she knew it would be a cold day in Hell before her sister ever apologized to her. She didn't care. She didn't need it. She had made her decision about her family, and nothing they could do would ever bother her again. She would stay in touch with her father, but the rest could go to Hell.Her heart broke when Selby told her about Tracey, however. The fact the other woman thought they could so easily dismiss her from their lives and turn their backs on her caused Faith to pause and consider how deep the three of them had grown together. Edwin had been a game, but Tracey became intertwined in their daily lives. Faith immediately called the redhead and gave her the same assurances Selby had. "Nothing going on has anything to do with you," Faith told her. "If anything, I am leaning on you just as much as I am Selby. I nee
The hot spray of the shower jet beat down on her upturned face and stretched neck as she stood with her hands on the blue tile wall in front of her. Steam billowed up around her, the water massaging her into wakefulness. Four-thirty came early, but Jacqui Karston had been waking that early for the past two years, losing herself in the projects of The Karston Foundation ever since her family died in a plane crash without her. She was up late every night, as well. She had to be. There was still so much to do to rebuild Biloxi after Katrina devastated the coast ten years ago. The city had already did quite a bit, of course, but it was not enough. It would never be enough in Jacqui's eyes, not as long as there were vacant lots and partially demolished buildings scattered everywhere, and, if she were honest with herself, she needed the distraction.After blow drying her hair, she brushed it into long, blond walls, framing her narrow face, keeping her closed off and uninviting. It also added
Lily handed her a manila folder as she set a cup of steaming coffee on Jacqui's desk, the travel mug replaced with a ceramic one with a skyline of Biloxi wrapped around it. "This is the information you wanted on Rutherford Construction," the small brunette said. Lily was another one they pulled from the wreckage of Katrina. She had been attending the local college when the hurricane barreled through and reduced her apartment to rubble. Marc found her sitting on the curb, just staring at what was once her home. The college would keep going, but even at nineteen, Lily was ready to call it quits. He put the young woman in his car and took her home where they were already housing several refugees. Marc wasn't giving anyone a chance to give up, and Jacqui loved him all the more for his compassion and generosity. She was determined to carry on his legacy."Anything in the file you should warn me about?" Opening the folder, Jacqui leaned back in her chair. "Any reason I should go with these g
Morgan Brewer finished tying the laces of his work boots and patted the bare ass of—What was her name again?—before pushing himself off the hotel bed and reaching for his sports coat. He knew Neal would already be waiting down in the lobby for him. Neal Rutherford never arrived on time to meetings. He was early. "Being punctual is your first opportunity to prove you're honest and respect the other person," the founder and owner of Rutherford Construction always said. "If you can't be on time to a meeting, how will they believe you can finish a project on time?" Neal Rutherford always met his deadlines. It was one of the reasons his company was so sought after throughout Florida.After slipping his coat on, Morgan popped three Tylenol into his mouth and drank half a bottle of water to wash them down. His head throbbed as he ran a brush through his hair, trying to bring order to the almond-colored mess. He needed a shower, but he had needed sleep more. While Neal made sure they arrived t
Morgan found himself nodding as Neal pulled out into the late-morning traffic. He wasn't too worried. He never had a problem swaying a woman to see his side of things or persuading them to do what he wanted. Charm was one of the tools in his personal toolbox he used with skill, in business as well as the bedroom. Jacqui Karston would see he was the man for the job. He had no doubt. He could appreciate someone having zeal for a cause. It made them eager to see progress. Yet, something usually sparked that fire. Furthermore, it was probably something deeper than just naming something after her daughter. If he could discover that spark, he would have a way past her defenses."Are you staying to help set up the new office?" Morgan took in the buildings as they passed casinos, hotels, and small businesses. While it was true there were quite a few vacant lots where buildings once stood and several abandoned buildings that needed demolished, the Biloxi/Gulfport area was still an extremely act
Jacqui tore off another piece of the mutilated napkin in her hands and wadded it up into a tiny ball. When she compressed it as she could get it, she plopped it down into the small pile of wadded up balls in front of her. She instantly ripped off another piece. Reaching across the table, Brent Wellington placed his hand on top of the napkin and gently pushed it and her hands to the table. "Relax. It's just lunch. You eat lunch all the time.""And it's usually at my desk or in situations where I have control. This feels like an ambush." She wadded the rest of the napkin up, tossing it to the center of the table. She reached for her water glass, needing something to do with her hands."This is far from an ambush," her financial consultant said. "It's just a business meeting to introduce you to someone who might be able to help you with your next project. You're the boss. You can say yes or no."She shook her head. "They want me to hire them and so do you. That's three against one. It's