It’s how you fix them that counts.
“Idon’t believe it.” Regan’s eyes widen when I hand her the prenuptial agreement Isabelle signed this morning—a week after agreeing with my terms. “Izzy wouldn’t sign the prior six months, so what changed?”
I slump low in my office chair at the Dungeon. Smugness is all over my face. “I told you I have persuasive techniques.”
She gags and rolls her eyes. I smirk, loving that not even being saddled down with a man way below her league has stifled her pompousness. Upon spotting my smile, Regan showcases her attitude in all its glory.
“I wouldn’t be bragging, Isaac. Six months isn’t something to brag about. I would have done it in three.”
That wipes the smirk right off my face, although it doesn’t leash my natural dominance. “Says the lady who ran back to Texas to hide for almost a year.”
Her eyes snap to mine quicker than a bullet fired from a gun. “I did that for you.” Her take-no-shit-from-no-one stance is hardening her spine, but it doesn’t stop her from whispering, “I also couldn’t control myself around him.” She twists her lips. “Or should I say,can’tcontrol myself around him?”
I arch my brow, suddenly mindful I may have miscalculated her relationship with Alex last week. I thought she was the alpha in their duo. Now I’m not one hundred percent convinced.
“He’s your Achilles heel.” I’m not asking a question. I’m stating a fact.
It kills her to do, but she nods. It’s only a single bob, but it’s a massive step for a woman as dominant and controlling as Regan.
“Perhaps Hugo was right? Maybe not all mistakes are unfixable?” I shift my eyes to the document she’s grasping to near death, announcing my saying has a double meaning. It might have taken longer for me to fix the error I made than I would have liked, but the signed prenup was worth the delay. “I have two empty seats in the jet if you and Alex would like to travel to Hugo’s wedding with us.”
Regan looks shocked. Rightfully so. Even with Alex no longer helming the FBI division investigating me, there’s a lot of water under our bridge—enough I doubt we’ll ever be considered friends—but that doesn’t mean I can’t understand his importance to Regan. She’s my lawyer, but she is also my friend.
Alex makes her happy, and the way he stopped her from quitting six months ago is proof of this. Furthermore, I pay Regan well enough she can have anything she craves. Alex gives her the one thing money can’t buy—love.
It’s the same for Isabelle and me.
That’s why I want Isabelle to have everything I have. Because without her in my life, everything would be worthless. I wasn’t being deceitful when I said before Isabelle, my every accomplishment was measured by my wealth, business, and reputation. Now, it’s how many times she smiles and the quiet mutterings she does under her breath when she thinks no one is listening.
Isabelle has no qualms declaring her love of me, but it’s her babbling I pay the most attention to. It exposes the real Isabelle, the rough diamond who’s slowly being polished to showcase all her brilliance.
My eyes float up to Regan when she says, “Thanks for the offer, but your jet only comes with one bed, and I’m more than aware how you plan to subdue Izzy’s panic of flying.”
I waggle my brows, not the least bit confronted by her paling cheeks. It hides the whitening my gills got when my brain finally clicked onto the innuendo in her tone. She wouldn’t need to be worried about my jet only having one bed unless she’s planning to use one during transport.
“Do you want me to charter a third jet? Cormack already has his own going in the air.” My teeth grit at the end of my statement.
Little did I know while claiming Isabelle as mine for the first time in the private jet on our return trip fromMummon Kotithat Cormack had done the same with Harlow on our flight toMummon Koti. Thank god the sheets were changed, or we would have had words about protocol during joint trips.
Regan props her hip on the corner of my desk. “I’m not even going to comment on how ridiculous it is that you’d even consider taking three jets to one location. I know how much money you have, so I know it isn’t above your means, but I will say it’s okay. Alex and I don’t mind flying commercial.” Her unapologetic smile sends a signal to my ears to shut down, but before they can, she mutters, “Wondering if our rendezvous will be busted by a stewardess or fellow passengers adds an element of excitement to our exchanges.”
“And here you were worried I’d sully Alex’s reputation,” I grumble under my breath.
Regan laughs, taking my comment as I had intended—playfully. “Don’t act like public displays of affection aren’t your forte, Isaac. I heard all about your escapades at a certain gala that’s not to be mentioned since it was also the night you showcased that you’re a mere man instead of an enigma.”
Until two seconds ago, I wouldn’t have thought it was possible to get turned on and pissed off at the same time. Regan just proved I’m wide of the mark. My cock hardened from memories of taking Isabelle in the storage room with thousands of attendees only mere feet away filtering through my brain. However, some of the blood responsible for its firmness softened when I recalled how broken Isabelle looked when she left me that very same night.
Clara’s claim of an affair was fortunately squashed by Harlow, of all people, but it still grates my last nerve she went down that route to begin with. Cormack is in the process of teaching her a lesson. I just hope it’s taught before it is too late for her.
“The offer remains if you change your mind.”
Regan lifts her chin, her smile grateful. “So… when’s the big day?”
A grin tugs my lips high. Isabelle and I discussed wedding dates last night as we do all the important matters in our relationship—naked. “We have a few dates in the pipeline.”
The endorphins thickening my veins slacken a little. “Isabelle has only just started at Ravenshoe PD, so she can’t take many days off. Fourth of July is this weekend, then things remain crazy for me until Labor Day. If that isn’t bad enough, Nick threw a wrench in the works yesterday by announcing Rise Up is going on tour in two months.
“We will find a suitable date, we’ve just got to synchronize everyone’s calendars first.”
