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.”

the room, “For the love of God, is there no one who can save

just sighed. Ms. Thome could have been their savior… if

Elijah, but without Tarquin’s word, he dared not let the meals be delivered to

no hard feelings. Just

the delivery guy was back with the untouched

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

and clear.

him, only to be hung up

And again.

And then blocked.

she called Lowell back, “Please, just get him to answer.

the speaker on, “Ms. Thorne for you.” Then

Elysia’s voice filled the room.

Tarquin’s frown deepened.

was livid as she shouted, “Say something! Don’t play dead! If

he said, “Stay out

Dream on! If it wasn’t for Elijah, do you think I’d bother contacting you? And you dare hang up on me,

“You…”

feelings! Are you even a man? A father? You won’t let Elijah have the food I sent over. Have you ever thought about it from his perspective? He’s been

say? You sent