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He jumped, nearly dropping the computer. The frazzled expression on his face smoothed. “Nothing compared to yours.” He canted his head. “You married Mulaney? Are you nuts?”
Everything in me coiled into a defensive posture. She didn’t deserve my loyalty, yet I couldn’t help my reaction.
I took the chair closest to him. “No.”
“I hate I missed all the fireworks.” Drew closed his laptop and set it to the side. “Guess it makes me feel a little better I wasn’t the only one you left out in the cold.”
I tightened my jaw. Keeping things from my family wasn’t something I was accustomed to doing, yet again I’d been protecting Mulaney. The week following our marriage she’d been named CEO. She was so concerned with how our industry perceived her, and I’d respected that, even if it meant not telling my father and brother. I couldn’t keep it from my mother. I’d desperately needed her advice on how to make my marriage work.
Drew shook his finger at me. “You’ve had something going on with her all this time.” He grimaced. “Jesus, your wife’s been screwing Dad?”
I bolted to my feet, at my limit with the conversation. According to Drew, those were the facts, but the greater part of me denied it with all I was.
A hand clamped on my shoulder as I was almost back to my bedroom door. “I’m an asshole. They probably weren’t. I just—”
“I don’t want to hear it anymore,” I growled, tired of his harping on a subject I didn’t want to think about.
“I’ve been up all night, following the money trail.”
I turned around, grateful he’d let this thing about Dad and Mulaney go for the moment. “Find anything?”
He glanced away and put a hand on the back of his neck. “Uh—are you going to go off on me if I say something else you don’t like?”
“Just spit it out.”
“Some of the money that’s missing from Mulaney’s sector ended up in an offshore account.”
The evidence I didn’t want to see kept piling up against her, yet so much of me couldn’t condemn her as culpable.Even though my words and actions have said otherwise.This was hell. Fucking hell.
“The account was numbered, but I found a name associated with it.”
“Not hers,” I concluded.
“Nope.” Drew shook his head. “Dad’s.”
Chapter Thirty
Mulaney
“We need to talk.”
I gripped the doorknob. Easton sat in the chair of our bedroom—no, Stone and Muriella’s guest bedroom. No wonder my family had been so antsy as I’d waded through them after a long day at the office.
“If I die of a heart attack, you won’t get everything I own.” I hesitated before shutting the door, not completely sure I wanted to be alone with him. I’d had some time to stew over what he’d done, had been ready to bless him out, but he’d been scarce . . . as in I hadn’t seen him. Not even at the office.
“I’m not interested in your things.” He wore a navy suit and my favorite sky-blue tie that matched his eyes. I knew the determined look on his face. We’d worked together too long for me not to. Whatever affection he’d once felt for me had been replaced by something infinitely colder. He meant business.
The word my brothers had so casually tossed around popped into my head, and my chest seized. I’d picked up the phone several times over the last couple days, but I hadn’t been able to connect the call to my lawyer. Judging by Easton’s expression, I may not have a choice any longer.
I tossed my bag on the dresser. “Then what are you interested in?” I propped a hip against the sturdy piece of furniture.
He produced a tri-folded set of papers from the breast pocket of his suit jacket. “I’ll sign your papers.”
For seven months, I’d waited to hear those words. Now that they’d come, my knees weakened.
“You could’ve done this before you blabbed to our whole family. They didn’t need to know about our mistake.”
I almost missed his flinch, but I saw it and drew little satisfaction knowing this hurt him. A flicker of hope sparked from seeing he still cared.
