Suited (St. Martin Family Saga) by Gina Watson Read Free Book Online

control of the team. He was a natural. The only drawback had been the fact that his name wasn’t on the company accounts, with that omission it was gumming up the schedule but he’d even found a way to work around it.
    “We’re actually ahead of schedule. The developer is thrilled.”
    Clifton grunted at her words. “Has he met with the developer in person?”
    “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”
    Cash walked through the door, and Isa looked up into his eyes. He looked composed, ready to speak to his father. And he looked quite sexy. She loved a man in jeans. She especially loved Cash in jeans.
    Clifton turned to his son and they held each other’s gaze for several minutes before Cash said, “Dad.”
    They sat at the lunchroom table, and Clifton started grilling Cash about every business decision he’d made. Isa and Camp listened unashamedly. Cash had a thorough and reasonable answer for all the choices he’d made. Great business decisions, Isa thought.
    After forty-five minutes of discussion, Clifton said, “I’m impressed, son. This all looks real good. Tell me, what are we paying you?”
    After having kept his thoughts to himself, Camp chimed in to say, “I haven’t actually paid him anything yet, Dad.”
    Clifton threw his head back and engaged in deep tummy-jiggling laughter. “Well, Cash, there’s one bad decision you’ve made. You can send us a bill.”
    Cash said, “About the bills… I’m having a hard time keeping up with the schedule since I’ve gotta wait for Camp to settle bills and to get cash and put payroll together. We need to add me to the company accounts as a signatory.”
    Camp added, “Yeah, that solution would keep us on schedule for sure.”
    Clifton pushed to his feet. “It’s my name and Campbell’s on all the accounts, and that’s how it will stay. What do you think would happen if people thought they were investing their money in you? We’d be closing our doors. The whole town knows you’re a professional gambler.”
    Isa gasped. Clifton had just accused Cash of not being honorable and trustworthy with his money. She held her breath, praying that they would set aside their differences and work together. But she didn’t know how Cash would be able to forgive such a slur.
    Cash cut him off. “I’m a successful professional gambler. There aren’t a lot of those.”
    Clifton didn’t acknowledge his comment. Instead he said, “And look at how you’ve defaced your body with those tattoos. No one would take you seriously much less trust you with their investments.”
    Cash got up from the table with enough force to knock his chair into the wall and dent it.
    “Never could control that temper of yours, boy.”
    Cash walked out.
    Isa stared from Clifton to Camp and then back to Clifton. She ran after Cash, but he was already flying out of the driveway when she got outside. She planned to follow him in her car but was hit with a bout of nausea and ended up vomiting over the railing. The tension was taking a toll on her.
    She trudged back into the office. Camp looked at her expectantly, and she shook her head and looked down at her hands.
    She walked over to the table where Clifton was seated. She picked up the overturned chair and sat in it. She stared at Clifton, knowing that Camp was watching her.
    Narrow-eyed, Clifton looked at both of them. “Everything I said is true, and the two of you would know it if you looked at him objectively rather than that way you do, as if he were perfect. As if his love for you made everything else he did right.”
    Did he mean to say she shouldn’t look at Cash with love? That she shouldn’t consider his care of her when she decided what kind of man he was?
    Is that what Clifton did, stripped out the love and tenderness, pulled out all the good in a man to see what was left?
    Well, if he stripped the love away from Cash, there wasn’t a whole lot left. Not that Cash didn’t have a lot going for him or wasn’t skilled or talented. It was