The Girl’s Got Cojones
Gideon stood in front of the floor–to–ceiling window, a glass of Domaine Lecheneaut Les Pruliers pinot noir in hand.
The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, filling the sky and Gideon’s heart with darkness.
He replayed the miraculous encounter that day in his head for the thousandth time.
He was on his way to dinner.
When the car stopped at a traffic junction, he turned to look out the window, and there she was, strolling down the street with her head bowed, eyes glued to her phone screen.
Fate had delivered her to him, but he’d let her slip through his fingers once again.
How could he lose her for the second time?
Gideon blamed himself.
If only he’d held onto her tighter…
A knock on the door broke his reverie.
‘Come in.” He finished the pinot noir in one gulp.
Martin entered. ‘Young Master, this is what we can find on Helen Raynor,”
Gideon had never met Kira’s mother.
When he lived with the Hewitts, both father and daughter avoided talking about Helen.
But four years was enough time for Gideon to piece together a picture of the woman.
She divorced Leland Hewitt when Kira was just a toddler.
There were allusions to an affair.
Helen moved to Stamford after marrying another man
Gideon had come here to talk to her.
She was Kira’s mother.
She had to know where Kira was, right?
Especially now that he knew Kira was in the city as well.
Fate had given him a second chance, and he was not going to mess up again.
Gideon scanned the dossier on Helen Raynor, who was now Helen Vaughn.
A minute later, he said, ‘Get in touch with her. Arrange a meeting.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Austyn swirled the glass of Gaja Barbaresco in hand before draining it.
He tasted none of the rich fruit notes or the zingy balsamic bouquet.
When he refilled the glass and looked down, he saw Kina’s stubborn face in the deep red liquid.
‘I didn’t need your help to begin with!‘ she shouted.
The Guff’s Got Cojones
He tilted his head back and emptied the glass.
When Jesse reached Club Kyo, Austyn had polished off half a bottle of red wine.
In a corner, Luca was playing billiards with a waiter.
Jesse plucked a fresh grape from a bunch on the coffee table and popped it into his mouth..
He elbowed Luca. ‘What’s up with our friend over there?”
Austyn occupied a long sofa by himself.
An invisible Force barrier surrounded, him.
Two hostesses clad in skin–tight dresses hovered nearby, hesitant to approach.
‘Finding answers at the bottom of a bottle,‘ Luca said.
“Answers to what?” Jesse stroked his chin. ‘He’s not moping about Deborah again, is he?‘
Austyn took to drink the year Deborah passed away.
For two years after that, Jesse seldom saw the man without a glass in hand whenever they met in private.
The doctor in him wanted to snatch the glass away, but the friend in him acquiesced.
Everyone dealt with grief in their own way.
At least Austyn didn’t become a raging alcoholic, Jesse comforted himself.
And Austyn s
seemed to have gotten the drinking under control in the past couple of years.
He would imbibe, but not to the point of getting sloshed
The one day in a year he would allow himself to drink with abandon was Deborah’s death anniversary.
When Jesse saw Austyn knocking back one glass after another, he automatically associated it with Deborah.
Luca dismissed the waiter.
He held the cue stick with one hand and hooked the other arm around Jesse’s shoulder.
‘Not Deborah this time,” he said with a knowing smile.
“Then what? Trouble at work? Jesse rejected that thought as soon as he formed it. “Unlikely. The man’s unbeatable in business.”
“Not business. A woman.‘”
“Who? That actress?”
“Wrong again.”
‘Can’t you just spit it out? Jesse poked his friend in the ribs.
‘His wife
Jesse racked his brain.
He’d met Austyn’s young wife before.
Austyn brought her to Jesse’s office to have her wounds checked out.
He remembered she had a pretty face and a pleasant demeanour.
‘What happened? Did Austyn have a fight with what’s–her–name?
The Get’s Get Cojones
Luca, a witness to the whole Kayleigh vs Kira incident, told the story.
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