Wild at Heart by Victoria Green, Jinsey Reese Read Free Book Online

marry me off to help his campaign? I hope the suitor’s family sent enough goats. I’m worth at least double what you got for Quinn.”
    “ Reagan .” My father’s stern voice vibrated through the hallway.
    It was a fucking McKinley Family Reunion out here now.
    “When Daddy becomes governor,” Quinn said, “it’ll only be a couple of years before we’ll all be off to Washington.”
    Pierce winked. “Reagan, Quincy, and Pierce—back in the White House. The press will have a field day with that.”
    My father placed a strong hand on Pierce’s shoulder. “First let me claim my seat as governor. We will talk more about the big picture when the time comes.” He turned to me with a calculated smile. “I am so glad to see that you have come to your senses and decided to join us, Reagan.”
    These people—my family —were like strangers to me. My heart ached for Dare and his family. Dalia, Dax, and Dash had felt like my real siblings from the moment I’d met them. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing them…of losing Dare.
    Everything that was going on with him was fully my father’s fault.
    “I’m not joining you,” I said. “I’m only here because you need to undo what you did.”
    He smoothed out his tuxedo jacket and cocked his head. “Once again, I haven’t the slightest idea what you are referring to, Reagan.”
    “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” I said, raising my voice. “Everything that has happened to Dare in the last month is because of you, and you are going to put a stop to it now. TONIGHT.”
    My mother glanced behind her at the reporter lurking in the doorway and shot him her best fake smile. “Now is hardly the time to be shouting accusations at your father,” she said through clenched teeth. “Come inside and have a drink, Reagan.”
    I returned her saccharine smile. “I don’t drink anymore, Mother. Are you going to offer me some pills for my hysteria next? Let me save you the trouble—I’m clean. I don’t solve problems with alcohol and pills anymore, numbing myself like everyone else in this family.” At those words, Quinn and my mother both reached for their matching set of pearls. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
    My mother’s eyes widened in shock, but she mirrored my laughter. Her lips quirked up in discomfort as the phony high-pitched sound rang through the hallway. The nosy reporter smiled, looking completely fooled. We looked like one big, happy family.
    What a crock.
    “Whatever it is that you wish to say to your father, I have the right to hear as well.” My mother’s fingers were working tirelessly now, smoothing her hair over and over again.
    “Why?” I scoffed. “The only decisions you ever make for this family are what shade of white to paint the walls and which designer to wear.” From successful lawyer to my father’s number one yes-woman—it was so freaking sad how far she’d fallen.
    “Reagan.” My father motioned toward the back of the house. “Why don’t we step into my office and speak privately.” Then he turned to my sister. “Have Rosa to fix your mother a drink.”
    I followed him, passing the heavy oak door that my mother had imported from Bali last year. Wood found on this continent apparently didn’t cut it when it came to the mayor’s home office.
    My father didn’t bother sitting. The moment he closed the door, he turned on me. “I will not have you provoking your mother, crashing this event, and spouting your outlandish accusations.”
    I clenched my jaw, matching his cold stare with my own. “There is nothing outlandish about them. You had Daren Wilde released from prison. That’s a fact. And you need to put him back where you found him.” I raised my chin. “You cannot control who I love, nor what I do anymore. And you’ve hurt people with this stupid, dangerous stunt. You need to fix it.”
    He sighed dramatically and I swore he almost rolled his eyes. “I do not understand why you seem