Chapter 11
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Dezi got the distinct impression that his father was putting on a show for Rox tonight. He also thought it was interesting that his father called Rox “son,” but he called him by his given name.
What a twisted tale this was turning into.
He could hardly wait to see how it would end.
The night progressed slowly, with both Dezi and Rox very uncomfortable, but for different reasons. At one point Dezi cornered his father in the den and confronted him.
“What are you doing?”
Nick looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean? Doing what?”
“You’re putting on the show of a lifetime out there, and you’re dragging me and Mother into it with you. It appears that all this is being done for Rox Forrester. What gives?”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he said as he turned his back on Dezi, chose a cigar from out of the gaily colored cigar box, bit off the end, and then lit it.