in my resignation here.”
“Monday, then, three weeks from now. I'll cover your moving expenses.”
“You must really want me back,” Paul said, and he sounded a little wondering.
“What I want, Paul, is someone I can trust not to turn on me. Someone who won't run my company into the ground, deliberately or otherwise. It helps that I actually do happen to like you, but as long as you can competently do your job you're worth every penny that I'm going to spend. And that I believe you can do, or I wouldn't have called.”
“I guess I'll take that as a compliment,” Paul laughed.
“It is one,” Alex said. “And I don't give them out easily.”
“No. That I remember quite well.” There was a moment, the sound of a laugh under the younger man's breath that he probably hadn't meant Alex to hear. “All right. I'll see you in three weeks, Mr. Reid.”
“I'm looking forward to it,” Alex said.
The call ended, and he set his phone back down on the desk, leaning back in his chair with his hands laced behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. That had gone better than he'd feared it might. As he'd told Paul, having someone he could trust to handle his company well was worth every penny that it was going to cost him, and it wasn't as though he was short on capital. And Jamie would be pleased to have one of their old employees back.
He stood, stretching out some of the tension in his back, from sitting so long, and crossed the room to the door that opened on his wife's adjoining office. She was sitting at her desk when he walked through, going through something on the computer, and she looked up at the sound of the door opening, her eyebrows lifting in silent question.
“Paul starts in three weeks,” Alex said.
A smile lit her face, and despite the pulse of jealousy that ran through him Alex couldn't quite help smiling back. Paul wasn’t a threat, he reminded himself, no matter what conclusions his instincts wanted to jump to.
“Three weeks,” Jamie said. “And one more week to refresh his memory, and then I’m expecting you home early at least two nights a week.” She gave him a mock-stern glare. “And I mean it. I have plans for you.”
Any hint of jealousy vanished, replaced by the same anticipation in Jamie’s smile. Alex was pretty sure he was going to be very okay with whatever plans she came up with.
Chapter 5
The mechanical clank of digging equipment doing its work grew louder as Mark approached the far end of the golf course, where a backhoe was scooping up earth and dumping it to the side, creating a depression that would house a new water feature for the club. It was only one of a number of new features that were going to be put in before the tournament. Other sections of the course would keep their current set-up, with a bit of an overhaul to make them more streamlined and aesthetically pleasing. He was also having a landscaping company come in to put a garden in up by the clubhouse, as well as improve the current state of the grounds. Construction had just started, and it was a little soon to be sure, but so far everything was going fairly well. There hadn't been any major disasters, and Mark was hopeful that the rest of the project would continue in the same fashion. Surely, after everything that his family had gone through in the last few months, they deserved a break.
As he ducked under the rope that cut off the part of the course currently under construction from the rest, a man in a hardhat turned away from supervising the digging, leaving another to watch the backhoe and its driver, and made his way toward Mark.
“Mr. Reid,” he said when he was within earshot, speaking loud enough to be heard over the heavy machinery. “How are you doing today?”
“Just fine, Roger. Thanks.” Mark looked over at the hole that the workers were currently digging. “How is the new pond coming?”
“It's coming along well. Everything is looking on schedule so far,” Roger answered,