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that were still needing out.
     
    “Evelyn, honey, what’s wrong?” Michael reached out, pulled her into the apartment and closed the door.
     
    “Michael, I’m sorry to interrupt you. I needed to talk to you and since I was already out here, I decided to stop. I’m sorry…I should have called first.” Evelyn dropped her eyes as she noticed all he was wearing was a bath towel.
     
    Michael was puzzled by how upset she appeared to be and led her over to the couch, urging her to be seated. “Let me grab some clothes and then we can talk. Do you need anything?”
     
    Evelyn shook her head wordlessly.
     
    Michael watched her for another moment, and then hurried to his bedroom, throwing on gym shorts and a t-shirt. Re-entering the living area, he observed her sitting in the same position, hands wrapped around her body as if she was physically holding herself together.  Anger began to rise within him for whatever or whoever had caused her such grief. He would get to the bottom of this and make it better for her.
     
    Sitting down next to her on the couch, he reached for her hands and was shocked when she pulled away and scooted to the far corner of the couch. Deciding not to push her too hard until he found out what had her so upset, he let her go and settled back into the opposite corner of the couch. “Evie, tell me what’s wrong.”
     
    Evelyn took a deep breath and looked up to see Michael studying her from the other end of the couch. “The phone call I got earlier was from my dad.”
     
    Michael nodded, “I know. So what did your dad want?”
     
    Evelyn lowered her eyes again; “He wanted to take me to lunch.”
     
    Michael said nothing for a few seconds. That was uncharacteristic of Mr. Davenport. He never did anything for Evelyn without ulterior motives. Knowing he probably wasn’t going to like what came next, he asked anyway, “And the reason for taking you to lunch was….?”
     
    Evelyn was quiet for several minutes.  Finally, unable to sit still any longer, she rose and started pacing across Michael’s front room. Stopping in front of the stone hearth, she made sure she was facing away from him when she said, “He wanted to inform me that I was getting married on Saturday.” Closing her eyes as she waited for the coming explosion, she wrapped her arms around herself again, despair and sadness overwhelming her.
     
    Michael was silent for a moment while her words sunk in. Evelyn was getting married on Saturday?   No way in hell Evelyn was getting married on Saturday, because he wasn’t getting married on Saturday! What kind of shenanigans was her father pulling now!
     
    Shoving him to his feet, “What do you mean, you’re getting married on Saturday?” Not one for raising his voice, Michael asked his question calmly and quietly.
     
    Hearing the quiet reply, Evelyn turned to face him, bracing herself for the explanation that she would have to give. “It seems that my father has lost a considerable amount of money to Brad Taylor…”
     
    “The Brad Taylor?”
     
    Evelyn nodded and continued, “It also seems that Mr. Taylor has a son, Henry, who needs to grow up. Mr. Taylor has decided that in order to grow up, he has to get married – to me. “ Seeing Michael start to speak, she raised her hand to stop him and shook her head, “Let me finish, please?” At his slight nod, she continued, “Basically my father let me know that either I marry Henry on Saturday, or his father will have to be paid back with shares of stock in Davenport Shipping. Enough shares that he would then hold a controlling interest in my father’s company. Dad is convinced that if that is allowed to occur, Mr. Taylor will ruin the company and destroy him.”
     
    Out of breath and hope, Evelyn drew quiet and when Michael didn’t immediately speak, she looked up to see him barely controlling his anger.  “You told him to go jump in a lake, of course?”
     
    Evelyn shook her head, “He didn’t give me a