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There isn’t any point in both of us having to suffer.”
    “I want to. I need to.” Landon looked like he was going to say more. But Logan had a feeling he didn’t want to know what it might be. “I can see how well that son of mine aged. I’m thinking not so well. What do you think?”
    “I think I’d rather you just pull my nails out with a pair of plyers than to go and see them both. And if you want to know the truth, I’m sort of sick about going there.” Logan knew that as well. “When this is done and you see what you need to see from them, you don’t bring them up to me again. Promise.”
    “I promise, but on the condition that you have an open mind and don’t be going in there with your head up your ass.” Landon said he wasn’t make any kind of promises. “Then I guess I can’t either.”
    As they made their way out of the house and to his truck, Logan had a shiver of dread. What if, his mind kept saying, and the list was too long for him to try and work out. What if Landon’s parents were as cruel as they’d always been? What if they were only bringing him there to hurt him again? The closer he got to the house, waiting on Landon, the more dread he felt. This was a mistake, he knew it. He just hoped the letter that he’d sent out would help his grandson more than he could.

 
    Chapter 2
     
    Dillon ran the dust rag over the long table again. For as much as she hated this job and how bad she sucked at it, she did take a lot of pride in it. The people that she was working for were not the nicest people she’d ever met, but they were paying her, and right now that was more important than anything. Plus, it provided her with a place to hide and rest.
    The doorbell rang just as she was going to the closet in the hall. There was no way that she was going to answer it again, but she did peek around the corner when Mr. Earl, the stuffy but sweet butler, went to open it. She had a feeling that he knew who was about to enter, as the house seemed to know, but she watched and waited. Touching the little charm around her neck and holding it still, she calmed her breathing as well as her heart. Her talisman from her mom was all she had left of her. Besides, there was no point in letting the world know where she was right now.
    “Mr. Landon.” It took Dillon a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t talking about the master of the house, but to the man with his back to her. “Shall I take your coat, sir?”
    “No. I don’t think I’ll be here that long, do you?” Hard. Cold. His voice would have frozen icebergs, it was so frosty. “Has Dunn, my attorney, arrived as yet?”
    “Yes, sir. He arrived this morning after your call. They are all in the study.” The taller man didn’t move and neither had Mr. Earl. “Shall I pour you a drink?”
    “No, thank you. It won’t do me any good to go in there with alcohol on my breath.”
    Dillon watched the man and wondered what was wrong. His back was still toward her, but she’d bet anything that he didn’t look a bit like the man in the other room. That man was a pompous ass as well as a blow hard. His wife wasn’t much better. Not that it mattered to her, but this man...he seemed to be nearly afraid to go into the other room. She looked at the woman coming down the hall and slid into the closet and pulled the door almost closed.
    “Are you coming in or not? We worked this around so you could be here when it suited you, didn’t we?” Again, the cold and unforgiving voice, this time directed at the man. “We’ve been waiting for you to show up for twenty minutes, Landon. Why are you forever late?”
    “It’s nice to see you too. And I’m not late, Mother, not that you’d know that about me, but I’m never late for anything. Even when I don’t want to be somewhere. But it’s not even one, the time I was told to show up. If you don’t want to talk to me, then fucking fine. I can go back to what I was doing before you intruded into my life.”