“No, he’s in school.”
“Third grade, right?”
“Yes.” He stared hard at her. Something besides her appearance was different. “So, why are you here?”
“I don’t want anything from you except a divorce and to see Seth.”
He knew he had to let her, so he asked her questions he needed answers to. “Where do you live now?”
“We have houses in Paris and New York City.”
Just the kind of lifestyle she’d always wanted.
“But it’s not enough. I want to get married—I do love Gayle—and be with my son.”
“How would that work? I won’t let him fly all over the world with you.”
“Gayle’s looking into buying a cottage on one of the Finger Lakes. It’s not too far away. I think Seth might like it there.”
“He might. But I won’t give you joint custody.”
“Gayle said we could fight for it, but he didn’t think the animosity of that would be good for Seth. So I’m asking for visitation rights.”
“Hmm. I’d only agree with that if he wants to see you. And the first few visits have to be here, with my supervision.”
Fear filled her eyes. “Did he say he didn’t want to see me?”
Decency made him be honest. “No, the opposite. He told Scarlet he wanted to.”
“You’re involved with Scarlet, aren’t you?”
“We’re engaged.” It felt great to say that.
“Congratulations.”
“If you get visitation rights, I’ll have to meet with all of us together first.”
“Agreed.”
He got up, went to his den and retrieved the divorce papers she’d left him with. “Let’s start with these. I was about to go to my lawyer’s office now.”
“Can I come? It might be easiest for me to be there today. Just so we file for divorce and I get to see Seth.”
“Don’t you want your lawyer there?”
“Promise me you’ll be fair. You’re a man who keeps his word. So I trust you.”
This felt better. It would also avoid months of haranguing and court hearings. “You can come with me. How did you get here?”
“I have a driver. We can go with him.”
“Then let’s get this settled.”
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Chapter 8
Heath was sweating bullets when he led his guys back to his studio in the collective. They’d walked for the last five minutes but he was still hot as hell after a two-mile run. Before they left, he’d turned off the air conditioning and opened the windows of his meeting room or it would smell like a men’s locker room.
