Don't Break My Heart (Return to Redemption, Book 6) by Laurie Kellogg Read Free Book Online Page A

half of the business should one of them pass
away. Upon his business partner’s death, Justin had become the sole owner of
R&S and had invested the insurance payout for Marc’s share of the company
for Haley.
    Also, when he’d moved in with Marc back in January, his
friend had sold him his home, which Justin had designed, so they could put away
the equity from the house for Haley’s future, while still keeping her in the
home she’d grown up in.
    “I’ll talk to my buddy,” Matt said. “If he and his wife and
son are interested, I’ll have them give you a call.”
    Justin pulled two business cards from his wallet, and handed
one to Matt and the other to Luke. “If this deal is viable, I’d be very
interested in designing and building the school.”
    “I’m sure a potential multi-million-dollar contract will
sweeten the deal for Matt’s friends.” Luke gave him his cell phone number as
well as BJ and Tyler’s. “If you can’t get me while I’m away on my honeymoon,
either Beej or Ty can handle any decisions that need to be made. Tyler will
have power of attorney for the project while I’m gone.”
    Justin shook both men’s hands. “Thank you. I look forward to
talking to you both.”
    When he returned to his table, the waiter had already served
the next course, Italian wedding soup, which he supposed was one of the
concessions to the meat lovers in the crowd.
    Trisha and BJ arrived back at the table right after him, and
they all resumed their meal. Justin scanned the tent searching for Frankie’s
dark head and found her at Andy’s table.
    A younger version of Frankie appeared at his side. “Hi,
Justin, I’m Crissy. My sister sent me to apologize for abandoning you. She
stole my seat, so do you mind if I take hers?”
    “Not at all. Are she and her husband working things out?”
    “Everyone hopes so. Andy’s crazy about her. But Frankie has
a little more trouble forgiving and forgetting than some of us.”
    The waiter brought a fresh napkin and place setting for
Crissy, as Tyler and Annie returned from the dance floor.
    “Crissy, what’re you doing here?” Annie glanced around to
the bridesmaid’s former table. “Ahh. A game of musical chairs? Let’s hope this
ends Frankie’s plans for divorce.”
    A few minutes later, the fourth course arrived—a green salad
accompanied by a crostini topped with smoked salmon pate. A mother of pearl
spoon filled with black caviar balanced on the rim of each plate.
    Judging from the quality of the rest of the food at the
wedding and Ben’s bank balance, Justin suspected it was the really good stuff.
    Annie promptly dumped the inky dollop from her salad on the
side of her husband’s dish.
    “Sweetheart,”—Tyler heaved a sigh—“how will you ever
cultivate a taste for caviar if you never even try it?”
    Annie wrinkled her nose. “I have absolutely no intention of
learning to like those disgusting fish eggs.”
    “But you have no problem eating chickens’ eggs?”
    “They’re totally different.”
    “True. But how do you know you won’t like it if you’ve never
even tasted caviar? Do you realize you just threw about twenty bucks on my
plate?”
    “That’s why I put it there—so you could enjoy it, and I
won’t feel bad about wasting it.”
    Trisha placed her caviar spoon on Ben’s plate. “I’m with
you, Annie. No, thank you.”
    Ben shook his head at Trisha. “Don’t get in the middle of
their game. They’ve been bickering about this for over a year, now, and
probably will continue the argument until one of them buries the other.”
    “Not gonna happen, pal.” Tyler took his wife’s hand and
kissed it. “We made a pact to go together in our sleep.”
    “Just like in The Notebook ,”
Annie smiled.
    “Oh, I loved that movie.” Crissy sighed.
    Through the next two courses—fried calamari with spicy
marinara, followed by a minty sorbet as a palate cleanser—Cal and Darlene asked
Ben and Tyler leading questions that were clearly