The Good Father

Jane Selwyn's knees felt watery as she made her way across the steaming asphalt parking lot toward the three-story office building. The Remington Agency was her last chance for gainful employment in Port Clara. In the span of a few short weeks, she'd gone from pampered, rich man's wife to begging for a job from the man who had unwittingly broken up her marriage.

Not that the marriage hadn't already been gasping its dying breaths. But Max Remington's flirtations had finished it off in a hurry.

Jane stepped into the building's cool interior and checked her appearance one last time in the lobby mirror. She straightened the lapel of her red power suit and glossed on another layer of lipstick. Her silk blouse was already damp and sticking to her skin— August in South Texas was brutally hot, even on the coast. Still, she looked the part of a successful executive. Unfortunately, her pathetically slim portfolio told a different story.

For six years she had devoted her days to keeping herself and her home beautiful for her husband and raising their daughter. Scott had freaked out whenever she even mentioned getting a job. But now it was just her and three-year-old Kaylee, and ... read full excerpt from: The Good Father ebook