“There are rumors of a business arrangement that superseded a marriage. That he had his ownership squared away before the wedding.”
“If that were true, anyone who knew anything was probably subject to an NDA.” The nondisclosure agreement Titan had with the Lowrys covered everything his team ever saw or heard. But who had Mason told? Olivia? Mason would probably tell his baby mama, but Jules would never have had her friend sign an NDA. “Not to mention contracts like that have morality clauses that would nullify it if and when someone knocked up a bridesmaid.”
“True or not, NDA or not, that would complicate things for Jules. Not Mason, and she wouldn’t want that to get out.”
His stomach dropped. “That doesn’t sound legal.”
“Since when does anyone care about legal or ethical or—”
“I do,” he ground out.
“I was generalizing. I obviously care too. But think about it, Rhys. Mason stands to get a hell of a check from the insurance company if there’s an outstanding legal agreement.”
“Fuck. That.”
Vivian let the quiet hang on the phone call between them. “Want to tell me what else is going on?”
His molars clamped so tight his temples ached. “Not really.”
Wes smirked from the chair on the opposite side of the room. “Does Viv want to know about you and Jules?”
Rhys tossed his middle finger at Wes again.
The chair scraped along the floor when Wes pushed up, and he crossed the space and clapped a hand on Rhys’s shoulder. “You, my friend, are too close to this. You just told me that. I don’t even know what Viv’s saying, but you know I’m right.”
He shrugged out of his buddy’s embrace.
“Is that Wes?” Viv asked.
“Yeah, it’s him,” Rhys muttered. “Acting like an ass.”
“Put me on speakerphone.”
Damn it, Wes.Rhys groaned. He didn’t have time for this bullshit. He needed to track down Jules and find out what she’d been told. Then they could head to her parents’ house and figure out their next move.
“What’s the problem?” Viv demanded. “Speakerphone, Callaghan.”
Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose but tapped the screen. “Done.”
“Wes?”
“Here.” Wes plopped into the chair again, smiling like he thought the entire situation funny. “What’s up, boss?”
“That’s what I want to know.”
“Nothing much,” Wes said. “Didn’t look like Jules was able to identify anyone from the video footage. Rhys is climbing the walls to figure out who he needs to kill.”
Rhys growled a warning to shut up.
Wes’s grin grew larger the more Rhys glowered. “You know what, Viv?”
“No,” she snapped. “I don’t know what the hell you two are jabbering about.”
“Rhys thinks I should take over future event security.”
Rhys glared. They didn’t have any events for several weeks, so there was no need to loop Vivian in yet. Then again, why not, when Wes could have this much fun at his expense? “I’m going to kill you before I get to anyone else,” he muttered.
“You going to explain yourself, Callaghan?”
