Olivier stood in the middle of his hotel suite holding a glass of bourbon and watching his oversized grandfather glare at him from across the room. The man had been waiting for him in the hotel lobby when he got home. He should have expected it. He’d had to send Riggs to intercept Bobbie and the kids. He wasn’t ready for the old man to meet them.
He raised the glass, sniffed it, and remembered how much Bobbie had loved the drink. His girl had good taste.
“You went too far this time, Olivier.” His grandfather paused in his stomping and glared at him before resuming his circling.
“Did I?” he shrugged as the ruddy colored man puffed and wheezed in fury pacing back and forth behind the sofa like a stranded blowfish.
“You stole my company.”
“No. I was made aware of a business opportunity,
