e. He understood that he had touched a very ra

me. But more than anything, he just wanted to help. Seeing

d the entrance, the sound of laughter boomed from within. The men were deep in convers

riends for as long as they could remember, their bond forged in childh

ive family legacies-leading their companies, expanding their influence

ward his seat, now beside the emp

leaned toward him. "Did you g

limmered w

for a moment before

on her features. She understood. Giselle had likely r

er chair. She didn't need to force a smile-one came naturally

ur

ntal collision with Giselle-she had barely been able to focus

, he was here.

," Katherine murmured, gently

r expression softening. Then,

p my parents from the airport in

lite-but the small smile on his

in front of him. He responded with an easy smile, his perfect teeth

trace of his earlier smile vanished. It was well kn

rice Morgan knew why he wa

ith Mr. Beauséjour go?

full attention shifting to his f

ross the table. "We finalized the terms. A new contract wi

gan's aged face. "That's good news.

e of emotion in his voice, no indication that his father's approva

lass, his sharp, electrifyin

eath h

gnetic stare sent a jolt of electricity through her, her pulse quickening. She

t on women. He merely raised a brow-just slightly, almost t

was drowning i

remem

ad been a connection. A quiet understanding. Still, he had a

back to the present. His tone carried a certain

arms on the table, his

Annabelle Anders?" his father as

ind of question is that? Of course, he i

d, her warm smile directed at

ducking her he

et reacquainted," George continued with a dramatic

ression shifting. "But you knew our situa

of old memories surfacing. The past stil

ng Mrs. Morgan's hand a gentle squeeze b

edged the gesture w

orge Anders, who had been teasing just moments

rprised to see his expression unchanged. If his famil

m, businesslike. "Well, that aside," he said, his gaze shifting betwee

wife, and then back to the Anders parents