His son turned and gave him a toothy smile while Miss Anne took the backpack off and led him past the security doors.
It was the best feature of this place to him. No way did he have to worry about Nettie coming to get his son without his knowledge.
Not that he feared that nor that Nettie even knew where Maverick came daily.
Nettie stopped over for one visit in the past three weeks, said Maverick seemed settled and it was best if she let him get used to his new life.
Relief and anger fought a battle within him over that.
He didn’t know which he wanted to win.
His son deserved better than being abandoned, but he also knew it was for the best that they forged their lives.
A life that he was seeing not alone. And not just with a son in it.
But he wasn’t so sure he had the courage to let Jocelyn know.
36
STRONG AND STUBBORN
“Morning,” Jocelyn said to the few staff who were standing near the front when she walked in.
Her phone was buzzing, but she was ignoring it. She’d seen the text from Victor and had no intention of replying to him. She didn’t know how he found out she had a boyfriend and she didn’t care.
The text checking on her weeks ago should have given her a clue he wouldn’t go away and she’d have to deal with this.
“Morning,” they said back.
She was walking to her office when she heard voices and her shoulders dropped, her head going with it.
It’d been weeks since she’d talked to anyone with the last name of Fierce, but there was Garrett in her father’s office.
“Jocelyn,” her father said. “Just the person we were talking about.”
She popped her head in. Her bag was on her shoulder and she’d like to get her jacket off also.
“I can only imagine the words out of your mouth.”
“Your father always has wonderful things to say about you,” Garrett said. “But in this case, we are talking about anotherventure. He said you’re more involved in the business and didn’t know if you wanted to sit in on this.”
“Oh,” she said, perking up. “I’d like that. Give me a minute.”
She dashed to her office, pulled her jacket off and hung it on the back of the door. Throwing her bag in the chair, she then went back to her father’s office.
“You’re fast,” Garrett said. “I might pop a muscle if I moved like that.”
“Just eager. Are you thinking of a third building?”
“A medical arts building,” Garrett said. “Since we are getting more medical tenants in the second building, we are discussing having one solely for that.”
“I’m assuming you’ve got clients already?” she asked.
Her father and Garrett smiled at each other. “I’ve talked to a few,” Garrett said. “Right now, there is a medical arts building already for sale that is half full. It needs some work and that’s part of why there are some vacancies.”
“Doing renovations isn’t easy with people working,” she said. “Those already there.”
“No,” her father said. “But it won’t be the first time either.”
