“Once we’d crossed the terrace and started down the short flight of stairs to the garden, I asked, “Does my father always order people around like that?” “Yeah.” I shot him a sideways glance. “You don’t impress me as a man who’s easily ordered around.” “I learned a long time ago to pick and choose my battles with James.” When we reached the bottom of the steps, he guided me along a flagstone path which wound its way through a garden that had been laid out with meticulous care. Flowers of every c...olor and size bordered the path, and their scents floated on the early-evening air. “There are times when I go to the mat with him.” “Who wins?” After a moment, he said, “Usually, I do. James is a smart man. He knows that when we disagree, there’s a good reason, and he listens to what I have to say.” “Did he and Cameron butt heads often?” He glanced at me then, and I could have sworn that there was a mocking glint in his eye. “What?” “It’s odd hearing you refer to yourself in the third person.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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