MASON
“James is free to see you now.”
I gave my dad’s receptionist a cursory look as I passed by. He was the one who’d called me in, so yeah, he’d better be free. But the new girl seemed overwhelmed, despite her professional greeting.
“Mason.”
My dad started to stand, but I shook my head and tossed some papers on his desk.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Those are the promotional ideas and plans Adam Quinn and I put together for the hotel’s opening, and sorry, Dad…” I dropped into the seat across from him. “I hate to tell you this, but in all the time I’ve spent with him, I haven’t gotten a whiff of anything illegal. He’s annoyingly pleasant to work with, and happily in love with his woman. That’s all I’ve got.”
He frowned, leaning back with the papers in hand. He scanned them. “Nothing?”
