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.His new life was waiting for him, he thought gloomily.He blew out a disgusted breath.Yippee.He didn’t exactly see himself living in this smaller city.He needed the excitement and challenge of living in Chicago, fighting to succeed, whether it was with Stratton Engineering or the Stratton mayoral administration.How could this small city in the mountains of North Carolina hold any allure for him? Sure, he’d needed to get out of Chicago and stay out for a while.But he also needed to make a living while he was away.“Here’s where Daddy jumps in.” Okay, that was a little unfair.It was just that he’d been beyond asking his dad for help since college.Charles Stratton had a college friend who’d moved to the Blue Ridge 6two decades before.Tony Lopez had founded a small development company back then to build affordable housing in western North Carolina.Charles had kept in touch with his old roommate, and when Drew had needed a job away from Chicago, the mayor had rung up his old friend.Drew recalled his last conversation with his father.“Are you kidding me? You want me to move to the back of beyond to build little houses?” His voice was scathing.The mayor had been resolute.“Drew, you and I both know that if this is going to work, you need to get out of the limelight.If you stay around here, it will never go away.” Charles moved around his desk and sat back in his chair, sadness showing for a moment on his face.“Goddamn it, I don’t want to do this any more than you do, Drew.Don’t you know how painful this is for me and your mother?”“Yes.” Drew’s voice was low.“I resent the whole need to do this.I resent you throwing yourself under the bus to save my political ass.” Charles thrust his fingers through his thick silver hair, his anger chasing away the sadness of moments before.“I knew I was going to have to give up a lot for this job, but god damn it, I didn’t think that meant giving up my son.”He stood up and walked to stand in front of Drew, tipping his head back to look at the son who, at six feet one, topped him by a smidge.His voice was a little husky as he spoke.“I can’t help remembering back when we found you, twenty-three years ago.”Charles’ eyes blinked determinedly, and Drew noticed they were suspiciously shiny.He swallowed to clear his own throat, looking away until his father spoke again.“If you want to have any hope for a normal life, Drew, you’ve got to get away from this city.Away from these reporters, away from this scandal…away from me,” Charles finished hoarsely.“If they blast your personal life all over the front page, God knows what will happen.”Drew swallowed hard, solemnly meeting his father’s gaze, acknowledging the truth of that statement.“Okay, Dad.I’ll go to North Carolina.”Charles and Yvonne Stratton had become Drew’s parents when he was fourteen, and he’d heard many takes on the story innumerable times since 7then.Unable to have children of their own, the Strattons had made the decision to adopt.After two years in the approval process, they’d been waiting to meet with a social worker about babies when they’d heard the woman talking on the phone about one of her cases.The call concerned a ward of the state who had been badly beaten and couldn’t be left with the other children at the institution where he was living.Drew still marveled that Charles and Yvonne hadn’t hesitated to ask to meet him when they’d heard that.After a very slow and shaky start, Drew and the Strattons had decided to become a family.They’d gradually built a relationship that was now rock-solid.And there wasn’t anything that Drew wouldn’t do to help save his father.Even move to Nowhere, USA, and build rinky-dink houses, he thought with a grimace.Just ahead he saw the sign for the Asheville exits approaching.He watched for the one Tony had mentioned.When it came up, he exited the highway and headed toward the inn where he had a reservation.Once again, he checked the instructions Tony had emailed to him.Following the directions, twenty minutes later he turned his Navigator onto a leafy lane that led him back to a rambling, old, two-story farmhouse.The small sign in the center of the curving drive said “Huntington Place.”Drew pulled his truck off to the side and got out, looking around as he shut the door.He did have to acknowledge that, so far, North Carolina in July was beautiful.He wasn’t used to being surrounded by so many green things, and the flowers.He was kind of tempted to sneeze at all the fresh air.Although, that fresh air was certainly cooler than what he’d left at home [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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