Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Is that why your grandfather didn’t leave it to him?” Tamsin asked.
“My grandfather worked hard to get where he was. My dad, on the other hand, as you know, is cruel. Some of the men who work for us had loyalty to my grandfather. He took care of his men and did everything for them. My father, on the other hand, had no qualms with settling problems with violence. It was what he did, and he relished it. They argued a lot.” Mason hadn’t thought of his grandfather in a long time. He even remembered when he told him of the changes in the will.
“What’s the matter?” Tamsin asked, reaching out to touch his hand.
“Nothing. I’m just thinking about everything, you know.” He laughed. “I have a feeling…” He stopped.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
“It clearly isn’t nothing.”
He looked at Tamsin and knew the start of their marriage began with the truth and being open and honest with each other.
“I think my dad killed my grandfather.”
She gasped. “Why do you think that?”
“Greed. Look what my father is doing. The lengths he is willing to go. Only my dad was there the night my grandfather died. The death certificate says a heart attack.”
“What about your grandmother?” Tamsin asked.
“She died a couple of years before. Breast cancer.”
“I am so sorry,” she said.
Mason frowned as he thought about that time ten years ago. His father never shed a tear. He had figured that was down to training. No man with the Savonas name would be seen to cry. Not one of them.
He always assumed his father cried in secret, unless he didn’t cry at all. At the reading of the will, Paul had been pissed. He had wanted to contest it, and had even tried to get him to sign the deeds over. The lawyer, who had been loyal to only his grandfather, had said that the house would be signed over to an animal shelter. No matter what his father tried to do, there was no way he could contest it. Anything he did would result in the house being removed from the Savonas name. His grandfather had been smart.
“Is the food not to your liking?” Mason asked.
“I love the food. It’s just that after talking to David, I realized I didn’t really know you.”
He smiled. “Our circumstances are not like others. I don’t think many men have to go hunting for their wives because they run away.”
Tamsin sighed. “I … felt trapped. I was scared.”
“You don’t need to justify yourself. I get it. Being married to me is scary business.”
“I never knew you were so funny.”
“I am a funny guy.”
This made her laugh, and it wasn’t one of those forced ones either. She felt it. He knew this, and he wanted to make her laugh again, and again, and again.
“I enjoyed today, Mason. Spending time with you.”
“Good, because I already heard from David, you and I are totally digging up potatoes.” He gave her a wink.
“Potatoes?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to help me?” she asked, clearly sounding like she didn’t believe him.
“Yeah, I am going to help.”
“Is it wrong that I find that hard to believe?”
“Well, come tomorrow, we shall see.”
Chapter Six
The following morning, Tamsin rolled over and looked at her husband. She had expected him to be awake, but staring at him now, she couldn’t help but be still. Mason looked fast asleep and completely at peace. There were no frown lines around his mouth or eyes. His hair rested across his face. She was tempted to reach out and run her fingers through it.
After dinner last night, they had retired to this bedroom, where Mason had once again explored her body and brought her to orgasm twice. She expected him to want her touch, but instead he took her into his arms and they fell asleep together.
Tamsin had yet to touch him. She didn’t know if he wanted her touch or not. With how peaceful he looked, she didn’t want to wake him.
After talking with him last night about his grandfather, he had looked troubled. What if Paul had killed his grandfather? She had no idea if he would be able to use that to finally overthrow Paul. There was a time she was in a rush for him to do exactly that.
Time and growing up, even though it had only been two years, had still taught her a great deal. She didn’t want to repeat the mistakes Landon had made. The last thing she wanted was for Mason to have a target on his head. They had to do this the right way.
She knew if she asked Landon, he’d come and deal with it. No one could hunt a dead man, but that would put him at risk, and she refused to do that.
“Are you going to slap me or touch me?” Mason asked, startling her.