The Cherished Wife

Peter cut him off with a glare that could freeze lava. Lareal gulped, the rest of his protest dying on his lips. Peter huffed. "Aren't you my assistant? Can't handle this? Maybe you should just pack your bags and hit the road."

"No way, Mr. Lennon! You've got important stuff, I know. I'll take care of these little things. I'll work my fingers to the bone until my last breath..." Lareal was on the verge of tears as he watched Peter walk away. "You're not staying? The Lennon family's been shaking things up, especially with Jack coming back last night. Is the family really going to change?"

Grabbing his car keys, Peter headed for the garage and ran into Jamie on the way up. Jamie eyed him narrowly. "Where to, Uncle Peter? You've been missing from the office, and the board's old guard has a bone to pick with you!"

Peter shot Jamie a sly grin. "Your aunt's back in town, and I've got to make some time for her." Jamie's face went pale, his eyes wide with shock. "What did you just say? Tania's back?" That could not be true.

"Show some respect, kid. Did your mom teach you to be this rude? You think you can just call Tania by her first name?"

call her, 'Aunt'? Don't forget, Uncle. Tania was my girl once

one who betrayed Tania and chased after her stepmom." His voice was calm and detached. "Looks like you still haven't gotten

breezed past him and hopped into his car. Before driving off, he tossed out one last tidbit, almost as an

had the nerve

spoken in the Lennon household? Jamie wished the man was dead, yet he was back from

after a few hours' delay. Inside, Noelle was in the middle of a lively game of hopscotch

a makeshift grid with

laughing and calling out to Brandon as