Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
He’d been angry. No, not angry. He’d been furious at what he’d considered a case where two people who should have been protecting Evangeline were in fact taking horrible advantage of her. Now, after hearing the obvious love and affection the three of them held for one another, he knew that her parents didn’t like Evangeline giving up so much for them any more than Drake did. It was Evangeline who was determined that she would do everything in her power to provide for the people who’d loved and raised her. Not many young women would put their life on hold indefinitely in order to do the right thing.
Only he had heard the relief in both her mother’s and her father’s voices when Drake had told them she would never work in the pub again and that he would ensure her safety at all times. In retrospect, he was glad he’d muted the phone before interrupting the conversation, because hearing what her parents had said would only hurt her and make her feel the worst sort of failure.
They didn’t want financial help at the cost of their daughter. Yes, they most certainly needed the money she sent them on a regular basis, but they’d rather have Evangeline in school and happy, leading her own life, than tying her future up in her parents, always putting their needs before theirs. They were obviously both guilt ridden and wanted more and better for the daughter they clearly adored. Drake intended to make that happen for Evangeline and by proxy her parents.
Her father was especially concerned because he’d informed Drake, in a tone that could not be mistaken for anything but the warning it was, that Evangeline hadn’t had boyfriends in high school, though plenty of boys came sniffing around. As a result she had little experience and was entirely too trusting. It worried him that she lacked the sophistication of the urbanites in New York City and would be taken advantage of. Yet another thing that Drake and Evangeline’s father wholeheartedly agreed upon.
But it was the last thing her father had said that had rattled Drake’s usually unshakable composure. He’d told Drake that Evangeline kept mainly to herself, shunning relationships, never seeing or recognizing her own appeal. But when Evangeline loved, she loved with her entire heart and soul, and never would a woman be more loyal or true to the man she loved. And that if Drake ended up being that man, he would be the most fortunate man in the world.
He nearly cursed as he waited for Evangeline to make her appearance. He wanted her to smile, to be happy and to shine. To light up the entire room when she made her appearance in the private box he’d arranged for her. Her every whim would be catered to, and no expense would be spared when it came to her enjoyment of her surprise.
He was saved any further introspection when Evangeline reappeared, her makeup refreshed, but there was a dullness in her eyes he didn’t like at all. Something was clearly bothering her and he wanted her to be happy and enjoy her night, not be miles away in her head.
He sighed and held out his hand, gratified when she complied and walked to where he still sat behind his desk. He pulled her once more into his lap, but this time she didn’t relax in his hold and melt into his body as she’d done before.
“Angel, we have an agreement. If something is bothering you, no matter how big or small, you are to confide in me, and it’s obvious you have something on your mind. I want nothing to ruin this night for you, so until you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, you stay here with me.”
She looked . . . sad. Damn it. He didn’t like his reaction to her obvious unhappiness. Or that it mattered so much to him.
Then she turned to look at him, fear and trepidation reflected in her eyes.
“You told my parents to call you, not me, that you didn’t want me to worry unnecessarily. Are you cutting off my access to them? Will the only information I get about them come from you now? Will I even be allowed to speak to them?”
He cursed softly, realizing how she could have misconstrued the one-sided conversation she’d heard.
“That is not at all my intention. They are free to contact you and you are free to contact them. However, if they have a need, I expect them to come to me and not you because I won’t have you worrying over something I have the power to fix.”
Slowly she nodded, her body sagging with relief. Then she cast a sorrowful look at him.
“I’m sorry. I’m failing you already. I promised to trust you and yet I question you at the first opportunity.”