Tudor Redemption (Tudor Dynasty Book 4) by Jamie Salisbury Page B

greeted by not only the three young women, but Angus as well.
    “Surprised
to see you here,” I remarked to my brother. “Red decide you needed to sit for a
while?”
    “Yep.
He said there’s some very interesting folks who attended this evening.” He
stuck out his hand to Ethan. “Angus Tudor.” He snickered.
    “Angus?”
I chided.
    “Man,
it’s like looking at you at twenty-five all over again. It’s almost spooky.”
    “Nice
to meet you, I think,” Ethan replied.
    “He’s
the one we warned you about. He’s a prankster. If he’s quiet or not around
during a family get together, be on your guard. It means he’s up to something.”
    “Hey!
I resent that. Someone has to have some fun. You and Amadeus get too serious.”
    “Consider
yourself warned, Ethan,” Court interjected. She had me by the arm. “You did
great tonight, Daddy.”
    “Thank
you.”
    “And
this must be Beth,” Angus said seriously for the appearance of the others,
acting as though they hadn’t been introduced earlier. “I vaguely remember you.
Can’t be sure. We all ran amuck back then.”
    “Oh,
I remember you, Angus, and some of your stunts.” Beth grinned at him.
    “I
want to know what he did,” Destiny added.
    “Come
on, let’s go sit down,” I said. “Angus, go grab us some beer. Beth? I do have
some wine.”
    “Beer’s
fine.”
    “Now
we’re talking,” Angus crowed, walking into the kitchen.
    We
sat and talked, sort of inducting Ethan into the family. This was the first
time he’d met one of my brothers. Beth sat back in one of the leather recliners,
taking it all in.

 
    ****

 
    Early
the next morning, I got a text from Beth inviting me to breakfast. I replied I
was interested. She told me to come to Ethan’s suite in an hour. They had a
proposal they wanted to discuss. Intrigued, I accepted.
    I
grabbed another cup of coffee and headed to my bedroom to dress. I was quite
curious about this proposal. Ethan, I’d come to learn, was far more shrewd and
knowledgeable about the business side of his career than most musicians his
age. A lot of that came from Beth’s involvement. She insisted he keep himself
in the loop on the inner workings. Smart lady. It would serve him well in the
long run. Keep him from being taken advantage of.
    Writing
a note to the girls, I left it where they would most definitely see it—in front
of the coffee maker. I told them I had gone to run errands. That would keep
their overactive imaginations at bay for a while.
    A
short time later, I pulled into the valet parking at the Four Seasons. Looking
around the lobby, I saw the usual. People checking out, going out to see the
sights. I looked over at men and women sitting in the lobby reading newspapers
or on their laptop. I noted a familiar local journalist sitting, engrossed in
his computer screen. Probably staked out, waiting on Ethan. He was a music
columnist, so that made sense. I quickly moved out of his view and toward the
bank of elevators, chuckling to myself at how he’d not even seen me.
    Ethan
answered the door dressed in jeans and tank top and barefoot. “Good morning,”
he said holding it open.
    “Morning.
I see Angus didn’t scare you two off,” I joked as I made my way into the living
room of his suite.
    Beth
was nowhere to be found.
    “Coffee?
Mom will be out in a little while. She’s taking a shower and getting dressed.
She said for us to get started without her.”
    “Yes
on the coffee. If you’re sure she won’t mind. I am hungry.”
    “No,
she won’t mind. She’s not a huge breakfast person.”
    I
followed him over to the small dining room area where there was a cart filled
with covered pans. I grabbed a plate and dug in while he poured us coffee.
There was quite a selection, and far more than two or three people could eat.
That thought was quickly diminished as I watched Ethan fill his own dish.
    “That
was quite the turnout last night, don’t you think?”
    “Yeah.
A lot of industry people.