or requesting something absurd to tweak in the will.
“Send Sophia,” I suggest.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he yells. “If I let her go, she might not come back and…I will follow her. This will be over.”
I cross my arms and lean back in my chair and stare at him.
These threats are getting too fucking old. He wouldn’t do it. Now Beacon or Vance…those two are my wild cards.
“Let’s discuss this like two professionals who can get shit done,” I say, using my most condescending voice to irk him because taunting him is one of my favorite things about living in Baker’s Creek.
“You sound like your wife. Have you thought about couples counseling?” he counteracts, and I glare at him.
That’s the one thing that bothers me more than anything. My brothers having an opinion about my marriage is a hard limit.
He shrugs. “Just trying to be helpful.”
I’ll show him helpful when the amendment to the will comes back, having him as Beacon’s butler twice a month. I wasn’t going to do it, but Beac requested it as payment for the investigation he made. Fuck, if the guy helps me bring down the Bryants, I will get the entire family to serve him once a month—well, just my brothers. The women will cut off my balls and feed them to the bears if I even joke about it.
Thinking about Bryant, LLP going down reminds me that Nyx could be our person.
“Give me some time to figure a few things out, and I’ll have someone working for us in New York,” I offer.
“Who?”
“Nyx Brassard,” I say.
He rubs his chin and asks, “Isn’t that the chick who works for your mother?” I nod in response. “Why would you trust her?”
“I taught her everything she knows outside the classroom. I might ask her to be my partner when I open my firm. The logical step is to have her work for us in New York. Plus, she worked on the Merkel account before you fired them.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Leyla
“Ley, we need to talk,” Pierce says with a harsh voice.
He’s carrying a folder with him. I smile because I shouldn’t be surprised about what’s coming up next. He forced the divorce. My options are going back to Colorado and seeing if my luck has changed and I’m at least on a waiting list.
Which I can’t because I started my IVF treatment last week. It appears that I will have trouble getting pregnant even if it’s by artificial insemination. The fertility doctor suggested I go through hormone therapy before they inseminate me. That’s three to four months of injections and feeling like the entire world is against me. It’s okay though. I have plenty of time to choose the right candidate to be my baby’s daddy.
Looking at Pierce, I wonder if I should ask Sophia if I can stay with her, or move to Portland and just be done with the Assdridges.
He sets the folder on my desk and exhales harshly. “I’m so fucking sorry. I swear, if I knew about it, I would’ve taken care of it.” Darkness crosses his face before he says, “They’ll pay for it.”
My forehead creases. “What are you talking about?”
“Before you get upset, I apologize for lying by omission—again,” he says, and my stomach is now tied into knots.
“What did you do?” I ask, reaching for the papers.
There’s a divorce certificate, which doesn’t make sense because that’s not my signature. I snort. “Did you divorce us?”
“Ley, focus,” his voice is firm but not angry. “Look at me.”
When I do, there’s anger in his eyes. That fire that says someone screwed with me and they’re going to pay. It’s scary, but I don’t feel frightened. I’m never on the receiving end of that kind of fury.
“A couple of the agencies you applied to use my family’s firm for all their legal needs,” he starts his explanation, and when he finishes, my insides twist.
I should be upset at him for not telling me he had his suspicions. He could’ve saved us at least a fight or two, but this is a serious matter. He can’t just throw an accusation without having proof. That’s not his nature. I let it go since our new dynamic includes telling each other what we think or feel. If he felt that he had to wait, it was because it matters, not because he didn’t care or had no idea how to handle it.
Isn’t it sad that we’re much better now that we’re not together? I yearn for