Aaron’s expression was… hard to describe, to say the least.
Dennis Williams didn’t even bother to hide his disdain. “What’s up, man? Gave up on teaching? Planning to moonlight as a male escort now?”
Larry Adams, usually the poster boy for calm and polite, just clicked his tongue. “Blame my dad, seriously. Last night at eight, he texted me all dramatic, said he’d fallen down the stairs. Had me panicking, I bought the first ticket I could find and flew home overnight. Guess what happened?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. “I get home and he’s there with a pack of bodyguards, basically staging an intervention! Locked me in all night, and this morning, forced me to meet some girl on a blind date. I barely managed to escape. Ridiculous, right?”
Aaron, completely unsympathetic, burst out laughing. “So that’s why you smell like someone dumped a whole bottle of perfume on you!”
Dennis poured him a cup of coffee—his idea of comfort—but his eyes were sharp, like he could see right through Larry. “He wants you back in Boston, doesn’t he?”
Larry had just taken a gulp. That question made him pause, swallow slowly, and for a moment he seemed more serious than usual. “How’d you figure that out?”
Dennis didn’t blink. “Brian Adams’ fiancée is pregnant.”
Larry’s eyes widened, and suddenly it all made sense—why his old man was in such a rush.
They wanted him to settle down and pop out an heir, too.
“Honestly? I have zero interest in running a business. I just want to stick to counseling.”
Dennis stared at him for a beat, like he was reading every hidden thought. “Out of all the Adams grandkids, you’re the one with real business sense. No one else even comes close, and your dad knows it.”
Larry managed a wry smile. “Wow, a compliment from Dennis! That’s rare. But seriously, I don’t want to work for Adams Enterprises. I like my quiet life. And I don’t want to piss off my dad, either.”



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