Douglas kept his eyes on the frosted glass door.

“The market took an unexpected downturn,” Douglas muttered.

“I just needed a commercial loan guarantee to get through the season.”

“I needed time to clear the Savannah warehouse bankruptcy notices.”

Samantha slammed the ledgers down on the table.

“You lied to me,” she said.

Brandon looked from Samantha to Douglas and back again.

He gripped the edge of the mahogany table with both hands.