then,” he said, handing two white envelopes to Grant.
“For a meeting you still weren’t invited to?” Whitney asked.
Cam dropped into the chair next to Grant and propped one ankle on his opposite knee. “Yep. What’s up?”
“Maybe something you don’t need to know about,” she said.
“I’m the company attorney, darlin’,” he said with a slow smile. “I need to know about everything.”
Whitney sighed. She couldn’t really argue with that.
“What’s this?” Grant asked, taking Cam’s focus off his ex for a moment.
“One is the insurance papers. All the bills have come through and are paid in full. The other is the divorce papers.”
Grant lifted a brow.
Cam glanced at Whitney. “Oh yeah. Don’t say anything to anyone about that.”
Whitney looked back and forth between them. “Divorce papers?”
“Thanks, Cam,” Grant said with a sigh.
“It’s Whitney,” Cam said with a shrug. “She’s a great secret keeper. Aren’t you?”
Whitney opened her mouth, her cheeks suddenly pink. Then she snapped her mouth shut.
Cam looked at Grant, but his expression was less playful now. “Don’t worry. Whitney has secrets about me that she still hasn’t told anyone.”
Grant did not want to get in the middle of this. “I don’t want to know.”
“No, you probably don’t,” Cam agreed. “It’s just stupid shit like her being madly in love with me and wanting to spend the rest of her life with me and her giving that all up to be fucked by her family’s company instead.”
Whitney gasped and narrowed her eyes. “Cam,” she said through gritted teeth.
Grant let his eyes slide closed and took a deep breath. He really didn’t want to get in the middle of this. “Okay, enough,” Grant said firmly, leveling Cam with a look. “If you’re going to be an ass, you need to leave.”
Cam just relaxed farther into the chair. “Nah, I’ll be good.”
He wouldn’t. Cam didn’t know how to be good. But if he’d stop poking at Whitney, then it was easier to let him stay than make a big deal out of forcing him out. The other option was to tell him the meeting was already over. But Grant did want to hash out some of these details of the new product, and it wouldn’t hurt to have their lawyer here for that.
He decided to divert the conversation. And the best topic for that was, unfortunately, him.
“Jocelyn and I got married in Chicago,” Grant told Whitney.
Her eyes widened. “Congratulations.”
He shook his head. “It was… purely practical.”
That’s a lie, a voice in his head protested. It was that word purely that was tripping him up, he realized. Because they had gotten married for a very practical reason. It just hadn’t been the only reason he’d been happy to be saying I do to her in that judge’s chamber.
“She needed health insurance to cover her gall bladder surgery,” Grant explained. “It was the easiest way take care of that.”
Whitney nodded. “Okay.”
Grant looked at her closely. She seemed to be accepting it all easily enough. “Really?”
“It’s none of my business,” Whitney said. “And even if it was, it makes sense.”
Grant nodded. Okay. See, this was what it was like to deal with commonsense, practical people who understood black and white. Whitney wasn’t just a big thinker and dreamer. “Thank you.”
“And now you’re getting divorced?” she asked, glancing at Cam.
Cam lifted a shoulder. “As soon as they sign the papers anyway. Everything’s taken care of. No reason to stay married.”
“The bills are already paid?” Grant asked, looking down at the envelope in his hand.
“I encouraged them to rush it,” Cam said.
“How?”
“I’m very good at my job, and I have a lot of connections,” Cam said as if it was the most obvious thing.
Both of those things were true, and Grant had no reason or way to argue them. “Why did you think they had to go through so fast?”
Now that the bills were paid, there wasn’t really a practical reason for him and Jocelyn to stay married. He had figured that it would take at least thirty days for the hospital to file everything and for it to go through. Thirty days was a great amount of time for him to be sure the she was fully healed and back to normal.
It had now been three weekdays.
“Why not?” Cam gave him an assessing look. “I figured you’d want it taken care of. And that’s what I do. I take care of stuff.”
“They won’t think that’s suspect? When we end up divorced so quickly?” Grant asked.
Cam shrugged again. “I’m not sure it matters if they think it’s suspect.