Page 12 of Bliss with a Billionaire

Julia glanced up at him, her features twisting with concern. “More trouble?”

He heaved a sigh as he took her hands in his. “Yeah, I’m afraid so. I’m meeting with Mitchell and Mike to discuss strategy.”

“Okay, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help or if you just want to vent.” She squeezed his arm before she offered him a peck on the lips.

“I will.” His hands lingered on hers. He didn’t want to walk away from her, especially with things this grim.

He preferred to stay near her with the threat of Lydia lurking around every corner, but he had to fight her on another front before she ruined everything at Harrington Global.

“Good luck,” she said as he finally forced himself to shuffle away from her.

Glancing back as he hovered in the doorway, Grant’s eyes fixed on his family. The corner of his lips turned up. They weren’t a normal family. Not by a long shot, but they were perfect for each other. They had come together, bonded, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

He lifted his chin as the vision of them ignited a fire in him to protect his company and his family from Lydia’s clutches.

With a deep breath, Grant strode from the hospital and into the late morning air. The sounds of the city surrounded him, giving him some measure of comfort as they drowned out the rambling of his mind.

He pushed through the glass doors of Harrington Global with a heavy sigh. Would this be one of the final times he walked into this building?

The elevator pulled him up to the top floor where he met a flurry of activity. Ringing phones, people scrambling, and a filled conference room all pointed to signs of the crisis looming on their horizon.

He bypassed them all, striding past Evie into the quiet solitude of his office. His secretary hurried past him, a stack of messages in her hand, though she didn’t speak immediately.

With a heavy sigh, he sank into his chair at the desk and waved her over. “Come on in, Evie.”

“Mr. Harrington,” she said with a weak smile.

“I know. How bad is it?”

“Some panicked investors, several board members, and a few upset clients.”

He stared at the stack, wondering if any of it mattered anymore. “I assume you heard.”

“Yes. Isn’t there anything else we can do?” she asked.

“That’s what I’m about to find out. Let Mike and Mitch know I’m here. I want to hear their analysis and options immediately.”

She bobbed her head as she placed the messages in front of him. “Absolutely, sir. And if I may ask, how is Dr. Carter?”

“Recovering. Much better than he was.”

“Mrs. Harrington is really going for the gold on rescues,” Evie answered.

A laugh escaped him. “She really is. That’s two people rescued. Actually, four if you count Sierra and herself from that kidnapping attempt.”

Evie chuckled. “I’ll send in Mr. Donovan and Mr. Caldwell.”

“Thanks.” He leaned back in the chair as he stared out over the city, a city he’d ruled for a long time but seemed to be quickly losing his grip on. Could he weather this latest storm?

A knock sounded at his door, and Evie motioned for both men to enter. “I’ll hold all your calls,” she said before she pulled the door closed behind them.

“Sit down,” Grant said. “What’s it look like?”

Mitchell flopped his legal pad onto his lap as he sat down. “Not good.”

“We’re at nineteen percent on the stock buy, and funds are depleted,” Mike said.

“And DG?” Grant asked.