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“Not if you’re going to talk about money. Your money doesn’t touch our club.”
I frowned. “I don’t understand. I have more than enough money. I love you. I don’t want any of you struggling when there’s no reason to struggle.”
“It’s not about the struggle. I didn’t marry you to hit you up for cash. So, no, Hayden. If the club wants to get involved with private security, we’ll fund it another way. Not from your trust fund. End of discussion.”
I leaned back in my chair. “End of discussion? Why is me offering to help a bruise to your ego?”
“It’s not a bruise to my ego.”
“Then take it as a loan.” I shrugged.
“Enough,” he barked. His tone was loud enough that he turned customers’ heads.
I clamped my mouth shut.
“We’re supposed to be celebrating our marriage. Not talking about finances,” he muttered.
“Fine. I’ll shelve the discussion.” I reached for my water.
I knew the man had pride, but it wasn’t as though I was lording my wealth over him. At some point, he’d have to see how ridiculous it was not to accept my financial help. The club getting a bank loan at a terrible interest rate was just bad business.
And yet I knew he’d never ask me for help, which was why I had no problem offering it.
Silverware clanked against our plates as we continued to eat in silence.
“I didn’t marry you for money,” he repeated. “I won’t ask you for it.”
“You didn’t ask, I offered,” I pointed out. “If you want to shelve this conversation until we’re in private, then we can. But we’re not done talking about it.”
He leaned forward. “Under no circumstances are you to go to Prez with this.”
I frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I mean, you don’t go behind my back. I’m your man, and we’ll discuss it between us. You won’t go to my president and move ahead with this idea and cut me out.”
“That’s emasculating and I’d never undermine you like that,” I said automatically. “But just answer this one question and then I promise to drop it for the rest of the night.”
“Go on.”
“Would Colt accept my money?”
“Yes,” he said immediately. “Because his first thought is aways about the club. What’s best for it as a whole. That’s why he’s president.”
“And your first thought isn’t the club?”
He paused. “It was, but it’s…different now.”
“Different.”
“You made me different.”
I frowned. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t know, Duchess.” He paused as he gathered his words. “Today made me see things in a different light. See my life—and my club in a different light.”
“In a bad way?”
“No. Just different, I guess. I’m not explaining it well.”
