Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 227

Tarquin was buried in paperwork, the air in the office thick and warm. He had shrugged off his blazer, now just in a dark shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscled forearms and an expensive wristwatch.

Hunched over his desk, his brow was furrowed, back ramrod straight.

His attractive hands clenched a pen, signing his name with a flourish at the bottom of the document before looking up, annoyance evident in his tone. “What’s got your feathers all ruffled now?”

“Ms. Thome…

Before Lowell could finish, Tarquin snapped, “Didn’t I make myself clear? Don’t bring her up in my presence!”

“But, Ms. Thome, she…”

Out!

‘Tarquin…”

“Get out!”

Tarquin’s fury seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, sending Lowell scampering out in a hurry.

The others crowded around him. “Lowell, any luck? Can we get the day off?”

Lowell shook his head in defeat. “Back to the grind, folks.”

love of God, is there no

Thome could have been their

for Elijah, but without Tarquin’s word, he dared not let the meals

to make a call, “Cancel the delivery, no hard feelings. Just return the meal as

delivery guy was back with

beyond surprised when she found out, immediately calling Lowell, “Why was the meal returned? Why can’t Elijah have it?” Lowell was at a

got the message loud and clear. It was him blocking

tried calling him, only to be hung up

And again.

And then blocked.

Lowell back, “Please, just get him to answer. It’s urgent,

to linger, placed the phone on Tarquin’s desk with the speaker on, “Ms. Thorne for you.” Then dashed off

you listening?” Elysia’s voice filled the

Tarquin’s frown deepened.

shouted, “Say something! Don’t play dead!

expression darkened as he said, “Stay out of

on! If it wasn’t for Elijah, do you think I’d bother contacting you? And

“You…”

you even a man? A father? You won’t let Elijah have the food I sent

You sent food