“And you don’t want Savannah’s old man to be ruined financially,” Eli said.
“No, he can go to hell as far as I’m concerned. I think the son of a bitch deserves whatever he gets. But Savannah loves him.”
“Why do you hate him?” Logan asked.
“I don’t hate him, exactly. I just think he’s a piece of shit.” Hell, he might as well tell them some of it. “So far, he’s tried three times to break us up. The first was in high school and it worked.”
“What did he do?” This from Eli.
“It’s not important. But it worked, big time. So fast-forward to recent history. He’s tried twice more to break us up since he found out I was the one who bought Whiskey River Construction.”
“Are you two serious?” Eli asked.
“Obviously,” said Logan before Harlan could answer. “Why else would he care what happens to the bastard?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Eli agreed.
“Okay, so what does this have to do with you?” Logan asked.
“I have a chance to save his ass. I can become the majority investor. I have a different purpose in mind than Taylor and his cronies had. One I think will be both more lucrative and more pleasing to the community.”
“How is Savannah going to feel if or when he goes down?” Logan asked.
“She’s pissed at him right now, but she still loves him. She’ll be really upset when she hears how bad his debt is.”
“Will she expect you to help him?” asked Eli.
“Expect?” Harlan shook his head. “No. But she loves him. And I love her.” He thought about that a minute. “Shit, I’m going to have to do it.”
“Damn, Harlan, you’ve got it bad,” Logan said.
“Yeah.” So bad he was going to bail out the bastard who tried more than once to ruin his life.
Chapter Eighteen
Never one to put off unpleasant tasks, Harlan called Randall Taylor the following day.
