"How can you even work for a company like that?"
"Parker really is my twin brother. We've only had each other our whole lives. I won't quit the business, but I can't say that I agree with my brother's ethics. I know you don't have use of your right arm, so I want to make sure you're set up to recuperate without any worries."
"He's tearing my grandfather's house down and building an airport. I hate him."
"I have papers with me. I stopped it all. Nothing is happening to your grandfather's house or the property. Davis Enterprises owns it at the moment, but I'm selling everything back to you for one dollar. I'll even provide the buck." Parker stuck his hand out. "Please let me make everything better for you. I'm willing to stay out here until you're completely situated and cared for."
Emily just stared at his hand. "I'll believe it when what you say comes true. Can you step in the hall please? I need to have the nurse come in and help me dress. I've been discharged."
Parker waited in the hall until the nurse came back with a wheelchair. "I can push her down to the car."
"I was just going to call a cab," Emily firmly replied.
"Emily, I'm right here and my car is close by. I'll drive you wherever it is you need to go." Just get in the chair...
"I'd appreciate going to my apartment." She was painfully aware her options were limited.
"Not a problem." Parker gave her his best smile.
Emily gave him her glare.
"Do you need to stop anyplace before we get to your apartment?"
"No, I don't think so."
Emily's apartment reminded Parker of a sardine can. The place was tidy other than the ugly dresses strewn out on the foot of the bed.
She saw all of the looks of disapproval on Russell's face. When you're a billionaire, you don't get reality. The faster I can get this pompous--Then it occurred to her. Why should I let this pathetic Davis family off the hook? She decided it was time to make them pay. If she couldn't get to one brother, she'd get to the other. The Davis family deserved what was coming to them.
"As a matter of fact, I think I'd like to go over to my grandfather's house until I get better."
"I think that's a great idea, Emily. Let me know what you need to take out of here and I'll put it in the car."
"Everything..."
"I'll call some movers and have everything packed up and delivered to the farm."
"No. I don't want strange men in my house. You're bad enough."
Seriously? "Who would you like me to call then?"
"You can do it. Not unless you're incapable of driving a moving van?"
"I just think it'll be easier--"
"Go up to the corner store, they always have boxes...If you don't want to help me that's fine. I'll just go to the press and spill my guts. I'll let everyone know how Davis Enterprises got to the top, and I'll unveil their tactics in public."
"You've got to be kidding." Parker's temper was beginning to rear its ugly head. "I'm trying to do the right thing."
"I'm not kidding. Move everything in the apartment. If you meant what you said you did, you'll help me."
"Fine. I'll be right back with boxes." Parker calmly walked to his sedan and shut the door. When he was safely away, he pounded the steering wheel with his fists and damned her to hell, many times.
After pulling up to the store, he realized he didn't have room to be hauling anything. He drove back to the rental place to swap the car out for an SUV. He was able to cram many empty boxes inside, but wasn't looking forward to being her slave. Just stay calm, Parker. When she realizes she isn't getting under your skin, she'll knock it off.
"I reserved the rental van. All you have to do is go pick it up." Emily smiled when he walked through the door.
"Don't you want to pack up these boxes first?"
"Russell, I don't feel very well when I'm on my feet. I'm afraid I'll have to stay off of them. How long do you think this'll take you?"
Years. "Not that long. You rest and I'll start packing." Parker had the strong urge to start whipping everything out the window. But he carefully placed her belongings in the boxes and set them by the door.
"Russell!" Emily contained her laughter.
Parker walked into the living room. "Did you need something, Emily?"
"Could you bring me some water so I can take my medicine? With all of these boxes, I don't want to trip and fall...again."
God. "Sure, no problem at all," replied a sweaty Parker as he fetched the glass of water. There was no air conditioning in the breadbox-sized apartment and the heat was getting to Parker. He took his shirt off and draped it over the back of a chair. When he worked his way to the bathroom to pack the room up, her voice cut through any sense of calm he felt.
"Russell!"
I'm going to kill her. "Yes?"
"The moving van?" Emily laughed at the sweat beading up all over his skin.
"How late are they open?"
"I'm not sure." Emily contained a smile. "But to be safe, you should pick it up now."
"Sure thing." Parker cringed when he had to put his sweaty shirt back on his body. He was happy to be going outside to get at least a little fresh air.
Emily waited until he drove away and then got up to check on his progress. She was impressed at how quickly he worked. She needed to call Mick and check on the clinic.
"Did you get home okay, Em?
"Yes, that Parker guy's brother is here helping me. He seems pretty nice. His name is Russell, and they're identical twins."
"Are you sure?" Mick didn't believe it for a second.
"Yeah, I saw his driver's license and everything. Parker flew back to New York, and his brother came to Colorado to give the land back to me and help me while I'm out of commission. I'm so sorry all the work is being dumped on you. When the pain lessens, I can come in and do some small things." Emily felt nothing but guilt.
"I just want you to relax and take care of yourself. You have no business even driving with your arm like that. Just rest up so you don't injure your arm further."
"I have to go now. Russell is here with the moving van. I'll call you in a few days, okay?"
"I'm going to stop by your grandfather's house in a day or two just to check on things. I can't before then, it's too busy. I'm working until nine at night some days."
"Mick, I feel so bad." Emily's eyes began to tear.
"Don't feel bad, you'd do the same for me. Besides, the techs have been super great with helping out. It's fine."