Here’s another page of the deleted chapter. This one introduces the hero. (Oh, and not to confused you, I changed Mark’s fiancee’s name to Rebecca. I originally named her Morgan and then Elizabeth.)
I’m writing Rebecca’s story now.
Luke watched his brother exit the room, incredulity still loud in his mind. Elizabeth calls off the wedding and the same day you pick up some woman at a bar. And now you expect me to fix things—again.
He was so tired of fixing his older brother’s mistakes.
He leaped from the sofa and moved toward the assistant’s desk. “Can I go in now?”
“Yes, he’s expecting you.”
His father stood in front of his desk, a wrinkling of concern around his eyes and mouth. “Tell me the rumors about Mark aren’t true.”
“I wish I could.” Luke slammed hard into one of the visitor chairs. “I’m not sure what you heard but it was probably true.”
“Damn.” His father settled into the second one with a disgusted sigh.
“So, what have you heard?”
“The usual thing,” his father said, not looking toward him. “That he got drunk and slept with some strange woman.” He looked at him now, arms crossed tight around his middle. “Doesn’t sound much like a man who’s about to be married, does it?”
“He told me Elizabeth called off the wedding again.” Luke sat forward in his seat and clamped his hands together. “And that’s what caused him to go to the bar.”
“So it’s his lady’s fault,” his father said, disbelief shining clear on his face. “And now that the wedding is back on, he needs you to fix his problem.”
“Fool,” his father said, gazing over at his desk before focusing his attention back on him. “So what are you going to do?”
“I have my legal assistant checking up on her,” he said. “We should know more about her and her business in a bit. I told Dan to email me the stuff as soon as he found out anything.”
“Mark gave you her name?”
“Emma Cook. She owns a catering business with her mother and younger sister. Cook’s Catering.”
His eyes flashed hot his way. “Not good news.”
“The wedding planner Elizabeth hired uses only that company.” He sighed and stood from his seat. “From what I understand they are the best in the area.”
Things were going from bad to worse. “Are you sure of this? Maybe the planner hasn’t contacted them yet.”
“Only this morning,” his father replied. “Or she was supposed to call the business manager of the caterer this morning.”
Then that meant it was a done deal. “Mark messed things up big this time.”
“Yes.” The older man let out a deep breath and moved around his desk, settling in his large, comfortable executive chair. “We’ll have to pay her off like the last woman.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as that, Dad.”
No easy way to say this. “She’s pregnant.”
“What? Pregnant?” He sat forward in his chair. “Are you sure? How do you know that?”
“Mark told me she went to his Columbus office and told him,” he said, anxiety filtering through his words. “And he wasn’t very gracious with his response.”