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Giving My All to You Sheryl Lister 2022/8/3 13:47:39

Thad came and sat next to her. He grasped her hands. “Honey, I know what I’m asking is a lot, especially since we’re still trying to get to know each other. All I ask is that you think about it. Please.”

His eyes pleaded with her and, once again, she was tempted to agree just to make him happy. “I promise, I will.”

“I’d also like to introduce you to Nolan and his family, as well as the other board members at the next meeting.”

Faith felt as if her head was spinning and she desperately wanted to lie down. “But what if I decide not to take the position?”

“I’d still like for them to meet you. Nolan saw you once when you were a baby. After your mom left with you, I don’t know what I would have done had it not been for him and his wife, DeAnna. They prayed as hard as I did and are anxious to see you.”

She didn’t know what to say. But she was glad he’d had someone to help him through that time. “Okay. I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”

He handed her a business card. “You can go to the website and check out the company, see what it’s all about.”

She nodded and stood. “I’m going to head out.” She had planned to stay long enough to help with the dishes, but right now she needed to think.

Thad followed suit. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes. Just feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment.” Faith stuck the card and check into her purse and started toward the front door. “I’ll leave the cake for you.”

“Thank you. I’m going to do my best not to eat it all tonight.” At the door, he gave her a strong hug. “You call me if you have any questions or if you just want to talk.”

“I will. Good night.” What had started as a quest to find her father had now turned into something much more complicated.

Thursday morning, Brandon sat at his desk smiling at the text he’d sent Faith. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he missed her. He’d wanted to go to her place last night, but she was visiting her father. In the twelve days since he’d seen her, visions of her naked body pressed against his had plagued him every night. His cell chimed.

Tonight sounds great. Does this have anything to do with that surprise you promised?

Tonight won’t be long enough for what I have in mind, he replied.

Brandon chuckled. No, he needed far more time. He typed back: If you’re not busy Saturday…

A couple of minutes later, she replied: I’m not.

A slow grin made it across his face and his groin stirred with anticipation. He rotated in his chair and turned his attention back to his emails.

Brandon clicked on one from his father. An emergency meeting at noon? When Brandon had seen his father earlier, he hadn’t mentioned anything. He glanced at the top and saw that the memo had gone to him and all of his siblings. No other company employees or board members. “Why would he call a meeting without the other staff?” he mumbled. Unless something was wrong with his father or mother. He checked the time. Two hours to wait. Brandon thought about going down to his father’s office to ask, but figured it would be a waste of time and his father would be just as closemouthed as he’d been regarding the transition.

Brandon tried to concentrate on the many tasks in front of him, but his mind kept straying to the meeting and speculating on what was going on.

At fifteen minutes before eleven, he left his office and made his way to the conference room. His baby sister, Morgan, was already there and typing on her iPad.

Morgan lifted her head. “Hey, Brandon.”

“Hey, sis.” He leaned down, placed a kiss on her temple and slid into the chair next to her. “How’s the sports management world coming?”

“I just picked up another player,” she said with a bright smile. “That makes six.”

He nodded. “I’m proud of you, girl.” When she had first expressed a desire to be a sports agent, Brandon had been skeptical about her ability to break into the male-dominated field, especially since she was so young, with only two years of law experience. But now, at twenty-eight, Morgan had not only broken into the field, she’d shattered the wall.