as if the concept made no sense to her.
Dad folded his arms.
“Tomorrow’s acquisition. Is it finalized?”
“Almost.”
“And what happens to suppliers?”
There it was.
Not congratulations.
Not curiosity about my life.
Business.
More specifically, his business.
I opened the front door, and cold November air swept into the hallway.
“That depends on performance.”
Dad stepped closer.
“Rachel, Bennett Precision could supply Northeast. You know our capabilities.”
“I do.”
His voice softened immediately.
“We should talk.”
I glanced back at the Thanksgiving table.
My untouched plate remained beside
