A Chance at Love (A Ferry Creek Novel): (a billionaire romance novel) Read Online Free PDF

first real estate deal all
those years ago, co-signing on a loan to buy a rundown shopping center.
Sullivan cleaned it up, managed to rent out every space, and then sold the
building off and gave all the money to his father. After his father died,
Sullivan was pleased to see that his father had enjoyed some of that money but
not nearly enough. His father had stashed most of it away to give back to Sullivan.
    That was the kind of man his father
was.
    But a feeling came over Sullivan as
he looked at the picture of himself and his father. They were each holding up
fish. Sullivan had no idea what kind of fish it was. He wasn ’ t a fisherman, then or now. A
long time ago, Sullivan was thirteen and at a sleepover when one of the bigger
kids - a bully named Stevie – pointed out that Sullivan didn ’ t
look like his father.
    Henry Chasen had a thick mane of
black hair. Thick eyebrows, constant stubble on his face, and a little bit of
darker skin compared to Sullivan. His eyes were brown while Sullivan ’ s eyes were a crystal blue
color. Sullivan had blonde hair that grew darker and darker into the almost
brown shade he had now in his mid-thirties. Sullivan wanted nothing more than
to look like his father. When he approached his father about it, Henry laughed
and told Sullivan that he looked like his mother. The thing was, it never
stopped bothering Sullivan. He loved his father, and he acted like his father
but he did not look like his father at all.
    Sullivan reached forward and
grabbed the picture off his desk. He thumbed the glass and tried to figure out
a connection. But face it, even standing next to his father wearing a cap and
sunglasses, they didn ’ t
look alike at all. Their cheeks. Their lips. Their build.
    Sullivan had outgrown his father at
the age of sixteen. His mother was a small woman, so it didn ’ t make sense that Sullivan ended
up with the size and natural muscle he ’ d
been given.
    When Sullivan placed the picture
back on his desk he reached for his cell phone. He unlocked it and looked at
the number that had called.
    It could have been a coincidence,
right?
    Sullivan leaned forward and pressed
a button on his desk phone for Beverly.
    “ Yes,
Mr. Chasen? ” her voice came
through the small speaker.
    “ I
need the number that called you, ” Sullivan said. “ I want the
number and I want to know everything this man said to you. Meet me in thirty
minutes in my office. ”
    “ Okay, ” Beverly said. “ I ’ m
very sorry if I ’ ve done
anything wrong. ”
    “ No,
Beverly, you didn ’ t do
anything wrong. Just give me the number right now and then meet me in thirty
minutes. ”
    Beverly took a second and then
rambled off a series of numbers. Sullivan wrote them down and hung up the
phone. He looked to his cell phone and turned the screen back on. With the
swipe of a finger he would confirm that the same number called him and then
called Beverly.
    Whoever had called, obviously
needed to talk to Sullivan.
     
    Sullivan busted back into the
conference room with a new sight. Parker stood next to Charles, pointing. They
were speaking calmly and both stopped to look at Sullivan.
    “ Sullivan, ” Parker said. “ Everything okay? ”
    “ We ’ re good, ” Sullivan said.
    He adjusted his jacket and then
took it off. His nerves were frayed. The last place Sullivan needed to be was
in a conference room in a meeting. The look on Parker ’ s face confirmed that.
    But Sullivan didn ’ t care.
    He needed to stay busy for the
moment while his mind processed everything.
    “ I ’ m tired of this, ” Sullivan said.
    He walked to Parker and reached for
everything they were looking at. Sullivan closed the folder, bending pages on
the inside, and then slid the folder away. He reached for his tie, loosened it,
and sat on the conference table.
    “ When
I was kid, ” Sullivan said, “ my father used to teach me to
find the simplest answer in life. Because the simplest answer is always the
right answer. We