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Harrison buttoned his jacket. “You should look happier. You’re walking away with one and a half million dollars of my family’s money.”
“You’re lucky it’s only that much,” Dana retorted.
A muscle jumped in Harrison’s jaw as he shook his head. Then he walked out and slammed the door shut behind him.
Graham stood. “You’ll send over a copy for my files?”
“I’ll have Kelsey get on that right away,” Dana confirmed. “They’ll be waiting for you before you get to your desk.”
“Always a pleasure doing business with you, Dana.” He nodded at me, then followed Harrison out.
I slumped over the table and whispered, “It’s finally over.”
“Almost.” Dana patted my back. “By this weekend, you should be a single woman again.”
I stared at the door. “I wonder how long he’ll be able to say the same.”
Dana tilted her head to the side. “The same about what?”
“That he’s single.” I leaned back in my chair. “Brie was in the waiting room when I got off the elevator. She told me to sign the papers so she can marry him before the baby comes, while pressing her hand to her belly to make sure I would see the giant rock on her finger.”
“I’m sorry.” Dana shook her head. “You shouldn’t have been ambushed on the way into your own settlement meeting. If I had known he brought her, I would have put her in another conference room to wait.”
“It’s okay.” I heard how tired I sounded. “Harrison finally signed. His reasons shouldn’t really matter.”
She flashed me a sympathetic smile. “I know you’ve worked through the loss of your marriage and his betrayal, but nobody is going to fault you for feeling a certain way about your husband getting his mistress pregnant and planning to marry her before he had the decency to divorce you.”
“It sucks,” I admitted as I pushed away from the table and stood. “But finally being able to buy my own place will help.”
6
CELIA
My life was very different from the night I discovered Harrison’s affair seven months ago, but the food hadn’t changed much. I had just put the subprimal block of wagyu in the fridge and would cut it into individual steaks about an hour before dinner. As I turned to pull the other ingredients from the bags I’d brought with me, Serena Watts padded into her kitchen.
She beamed a smile at me. “It smells good in here already.”
“I haven’t even started cooking yet.” I grabbed the lemons. “Maybe it’s these.”
“Or my imagination because I’m looking forward to whatever you’re planning to make.”
I laughed softly. “You know exactly what I’m cooking tonight.”
“I do.” She licked her lips. “My mouth is already watering for the wagyu steak, truffle mashed potatoes, sautéed wild mushrooms, and charred broccolini. Followed by grilled peaches drizzled with honey for dessert.”
I pulled the leafy lettuce out of the bag. “What about the arugula and shaved parmesan salad?”
Her nose wrinkled. “I’m trusting you on that.”
“You’ll be happy for the freshness of the arugula and the acid from the lemons I’m using to dress the salad. It will help balance the rich, buttery fat of the beef.”
Her stomach growled. “We better stop talking about food, or I’m going to tell you to forget about our guests and just make everything for Hudson and me now so we can feast on four pounds of meat.”
Hudson strode in and slid his arm around his fiancée’s waist. “Have you eaten anything today?”
Serena didn’t look up. “Does a cupcake count?”
“Absolutely not.”
