LITMIR.BIZ

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gray strands.

      “It’s nasty out there.” Joyce moved behind Reid to help him out of his damp trench coat. Out of habit, she brushed a hand over the shoulders of his black business suit, then straightened the back of his collar. “Martin is serving spiced rum and martinis in the parlor. Your father’s on a phone call in his office. I’ll tell him you’re here.”

      “Thanks.”

      Loosening his tie, Reid made his way to the parlor, then paused in the doorway. Two of his brothers, Ian and Adam were huddled by the fireplace with his cousin Jake, no doubt discussing the chain of D&D’s coffeehouses they’d started in the Savannah area. Beside the bar, Reid’s youngest brother, Marcus—the lawyer in the family—was currently engaged in an intense legal discussion with their uncle Harold and cousin Toby, something about water rights on Toby’s ranch in Wyoming.

      Reid thought of his mother and wished she could be here now to see how her five children had grown. Though he’d only been eight when she’d died, he could still remember how she’d enjoyed cooking for the family, and how much she’d loved to throw parties here. Many a time he and Ian had sneaked downstairs and watched while all the beautiful people in their beautiful clothes laughed and ate and danced to a band. He would never forget the night of his mother’s birthday party when Reid watched his father dancing with his wife under the silvery light of the ballroom chandelier.

      She’d died the next week, and Abraham Danforth had never seemed the same since. None of them had been the same.

      “Reid!” His sister Kimberly broke away from the conversation she’d been having with their cousin Imogene. “Look at you. You’re all wet.”

      “I’ve been telling him that for years,” Jake said from across the room as he lifted his martini glass in a toast. “The gang’s all here.”

      “Where’s Aunt Miranda?” Reid asked Kimberly as she rose on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

      “Putting Dylan to bed upstairs.” Kimberly smiled at the mention of Toby’s three-year-old son. “I brought a scrapbook of fish I’ve been photographing and studying out at the island, and he wanted to look at them in lieu of a bedtime story.”

      “Better watch out or we’ll have another marine biologist in the family,” Reid teased.

      “If you’d have been here earlier and heard him playing the piano, you’d change your mind about that,” Kimberly said. “He’ll be in Carnegie Hall by the time he’s ten.”

      “My money says he’ll be there by eight.” Imogene placed a vodka martini in Reid’s hand. “Hello, cuz.”

      “Ah, the proud aunt.” Reid grinned at Imogene, then leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “How’s the world of investment banking these days?”

      “Two promotions in six months. Your tie’s crooked.” She tightened the knot he’d just loosened. “Impression is everything, hon. Speaking of, where’s Mitzi these days? You two are quite the handsome couple.”

      “I have no idea where she is,” he said dryly. “Shopping, most likely.”

      He hadn’t seen Mitzi Birmingham in more than four months, thank the good Lord. For that matter, he’d been so busy at work putting things in order so he could take the next few weeks off and set up a campaign headquarters for his father, Reid hadn’t been dating anyone. Which was just fine with him. When it came to women, he seemed to be a magnet for every money-hungry, status-seeking female in Savannah. As soon as a woman found out he was the son of Abraham Danforth, that he was the director of Danforth & Co. Shipping and that he lived in a penthouse, they either smothered him with compliments and giggled at everything he said or played coy games. Or worse, they did all three.

      He knew that the lack of a warm, willing female in his bed would catch up with him soon, but for the moment, at least, he was content to concentrate on his work.

      “Reid.”

      At the sound of his father’s deep voice, Reid turned. Nicola Granville, Abraham’s new campaign manager, stood by his side. “Dad. Miss Granville.”

      “Nicola, please. Nice to see you again, Reid.”

      Reid had met the tall redhead once at his father’s office in town and spoken with her twice on the phone. At thirty-seven the woman had already made quite a name for herself in image consulting and politics, and Reid thought his father had made the right choice by hiring her. She was attractive, confident and hardworking. His father and Nicola would make quite a formidable team.

      “Nice of you to join us,” Abraham said evenly.

      Though there hadn’t been the slightest hint of irritation in his tone, Reid knew his father well enough to recognize a reprimand when he heard one. Reid also knew better than to offer excuses.

      At fifty-five, Abraham Danforth had seasoned into a politician’s dream. With his thick, dark-brown hair, deep blue eyes, broad shoulders and the famous Danforth smile, Reid had no doubt that his father would win the upcoming election, especially under the “Honest Abe” campaign slogan that Nicola had worked up.

      “Everyone.” Abraham’s voice stilled the ongoing conversations in the room. “For those of you who haven’t met her already, I’d like to introduce my new campaign manager, Nicola Granville. After dinner she’ll be outlining the upcoming campaign and family protocol.”

      While Nicola circulated around the room and met the family, Reid made his way over to his cousin Jake. “Where’s Wes?”

      “On a business trip.” Jake lifted a brow. “Or so he says. You know Wes.”

      Reid smiled. Wes had been Jake’s roommate in college, but the Danforths all thought of Wesley Brooks as one of the family. Despite Wes’s reputation as a playboy, Reid knew that he would have been here if it had been possible.

      Jake snagged a cracker with cheese as Martin passed by with a tray. “I heard you’ve found a building on Drayton to rent for campaign headquarters.”

      “Just the bottom floor,” Reid said, sipping his martini. “I’ve spoken to the owner, Ivan Alexander, but I haven’t signed anything yet. I’ll meet with him tomorrow and take a look at the inside. He also owns the building and business next door, Castle Bakery.”

      Jake nodded. “They’ve got a good reputation. I’ve been meaning to get down there myself and check it out. We’re always looking for new items on the menu at D&D’s.” Jake leaned in and wiggled one eyebrow. “And I’ve also heard that Ivan’s got three daughters that look tasty, too.”

      “Since you’re looking for some ‘new items,”’ Reid said with a grin, “maybe you should handle setting up the campaign headquarters.”

      “And deprive you of all the fun?” Jake dropped a hand on Reid’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

      Before Reid could reply, Joyce announced that dinner was ready. As the family made their way to the dining room, the conversation turned to campaign strategies and procedures. The election was barely one year away, and Reid knew that the next twelve months were going to be busy. No doubt, there would be obstacles along the way, some predicted, some unseen. The entire Danforth family would be challenged, collectively and individually. Reid knew that he needed to stay focused and on track if he was going to help his father become a United States senator.

      The last thing he had time for, Reid thought, no matter how “tasty,” they might be, was Ivan Alexander’s daughters.

      With a sigh, Reid took his place at the table with the rest of his family and knew it was going to be a very long year.

      Tina Alexander loved days when the chaos she called her life ran smoothly. The days when she didn’t burn a single loaf of bread or an entire tray of apple Danish. The days when all the employees scheduled to work at her family’s bakery actually showed up. The days when her sister Sophia wasn’t having a man crisis and even managed to make

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