I tried to ignore the quiet unease that had followed me for months. Her groom, Kyle Benton, was charming and ambitious, yet his questions always drifted toward my property, my will, my health, and my long term plans. I told myself I was simply being protective, that every father doubts the man who takes his daughter away. I convinced myself that love made me suspicious.
The ceremony ended in applause and cheers. Guests moved toward the reception hall where chandeliers glittered and soft music filled the air. I stood near the bar with a glass of whiskey, feeling the weight of the day settle into my bones, when Kyle approached me with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
“Gerald,” he said, gripping my shoulder a little too firmly. “We need to talk privately.”
“Another time, son,” I answered. “Tonight is about celebrating.”
His jaw flexed. “No, tonight is exactly the time.”
He leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to sound polite while his words carried steel. “Brianna and I need security. We need stability. We need the ranch in our names. I have documents prepared. You will sign them tonight.”