Howard returned to his study, pouring himself a tumbler of his favorite whiskey. He paced the room and sipped the amber-colored liquid. He took a long swallow and sighed. If he'd known that Isabel would get so involved in the company, he never would have set the six-month deadline. Between Feather and the hospital, he felt like he barely saw her.
He sank into his chair, put his feet up on his desk, and closed his eyes. Though she refused to see it, Feather was dangerous. In just a few days, she'd made hundreds of enemies at the company. He knew very well that business had a dark side, and he didn't want to see her get hurt. He'd been glad that she was spending so much time at the hospital until Geoffrey reported that Linda was in touch with Tom again. He didn't want her anywhere near
