Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy Lawson stopped abruptly.

Vince Zimmerman had asked him for help finding Vince's younger sister, handing over the shared power station project as incentive. And now, because of Jessica Greene, Timothy was about to get on his bad side-wasn't he afraid Vince would refuse to dig up the big data he needed to track down Vince's sister?

A faint, knowing smile tugged at Timothy's lips. He turned and strode toward Vince.

"Weren't you leaving? Changed your mind already?" Vince called after him.

Timothy's gaze flicked toward Zimmerman Manor, where the house lights glowed softly. Only Vince and Larkin were home tonight. Vince had called him outside- was that really necessary?

Jessica had only met Larkin once before, and she hadn't had the chance to mention the divorce yet.

Which could only mean one thing... She'd brought it up with the Zimmermans today.

So she was inside.

Catching the direction of Timothy's stare, Vince quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "It's late. Shouldn't you be home putting your son to bed?"

Timothy brushed past him, striding purposefully toward the manor.

"Timothy! Timothy-" Vince hurried after him. If Timothy and Jessica saw each other now, Jessica would definitely be upset.

Timothy had already burst through the

"Timothy!"

cheerful conversation. Hearing Vince's shout, they both looked toward the

hand tightening instinctively on

had come to find her, he'd probably try to force

slipping her arm through his. Larkin stiffened in surprise-his granddaughter always did the same

a deep fondness for her; now, that

hand, he

gently,

I won't let

be afraid, sweetheart.

troublemaker bully you."

"Did you tell Larkin I was

single bad word about you. Is this how you always accuse her? You've got some nerve, barging in here

surged through Jessica. When

had always shielded her like

this kind of familial protection in

not here to pick a fight," Timothy