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.”

room, “For the love of God, is

have been their savior… if

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

the delivery, no hard feelings. Just return the

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

message loud and clear. It was him

him, only to be

And again.

And then blocked.

called Lowell back, “Please, just get him

on Tarquin’s desk with the speaker on, “Ms. Thorne for you.” Then

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

Tarquin’s frown deepened.

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

he said, “Stay out of my business! Don’t

unleashing her fury, “Harassing you? Dream on! If it wasn’t for Elijah, do you think I’d bother contacting you? And you dare hang up on me, block me? You spineless, selfish

“You…”

Are you even a man? A father? You won’t let Elijah have the

say? You sent food for Elijah?”