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.”

God, is there no one who

just sighed. Ms. Thome could have been their

Elijah, but without Tarquin’s word, he dared

had to make a call, “Cancel the delivery, no hard feelings. Just

guy was back with the

was the meal returned? Why can’t Elijah have it?” Lowell was at a loss for words,

got the message loud and clear. It was him blocking

tried calling him, only to be hung up on.

And again.

And then blocked.

“Please, just get him

the speaker

Tarin, you listening?” Elysia’s voice filled the

Tarquin’s frown deepened.

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

darkened as he said, “Stay out of my

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

“You…”

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

you say? You sent