Rickard ran a hand through his hair and glared at his father, who returned the glare with equal fervor. He was angry at his father for bringing Eleanor to Vermont but also because he interrupted them while they were in the library alone. Rickard could swear he was having the best time of his life, grilling Eleanor like that, but he was losing control as well. He had wanted to devour those lips of hers and he might have if his father hadn’t barged inside. He felt relief at the thought.
Bernard Hansen sat on one of the couches and waved towards the other couch for Rickard to sit. Hesitantly, Rickard sat and sighed.
“What? Tell me why you hired her?” He asked, irritated.
Bernard narrowed his eyes at his son and asked, “Shouldn’t you be relieved that I salvaged the situation after you almos
