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Stone kept a pleasant expression on his face, though he tensed. “Howdy.”
“There’s a private waiting room just down the hall.” She motioned in that direction jerkily. “It’s more comfortable and I, uh, I cleared it for you.” Her voice shook as she spoke.
“That was mighty kind of you.”
“Well, I love your movies, and . . .” She trailed off, star-struck getting the best of her.
“I appreciate that. You wanna lead the way to these more comfortable chairs?” He stood, offering Muriella a hand up and didn’t let go when she stood.
The nurse frowned at that, but quickly recovered.Guess she hadn’t heard he was married.“Follow me.”
“How’d you know what happened?”I asked my husband—my husband?—once we were settled in the private waiting room. These chairs were much cushier.
Easton stretched his legs out. “I was with Daniel when Stone told him.” My brows lifted in expectation for him to explain. “He found all my offshore accounts, so I thought he could help gain access to them.”
“You don’t need him for that.”
“When I tried, I couldn’t get in.”
I sat up straight. “But they’re in your name. How could that even be possible?”
“The ones I set up for myself were no problem, but the others? No dice.”
“There’s nothing in the accounts.”
We both started when Daniel spoke.
“Then why are they there?” I moved in my seat so I was angled toward Easton and Daniel.
“I’m working to find out if there ever was a reason, which will take some time. Only seven of the accounts have funds in them, which I believe you set up.” He canted his head toward Easton, who didn’t appear thrilled to have had someone snooping into his personal finances.
“Any word on who set up the others?” he asked, skipping over the observation.
“Not yet.”
“Do whatever you have to do to find out,” Easton said, his grip on the armrest white knuckled. “About all these offshore accounts, including Dad’s.”
“I intend to.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Easton
“You didn’t come back againlast night, so I was worried.”
I leaned against the outside wall of the hospital, phone pressed to my ear, Drew’s not-so-concerned voice on the other end of the line.
“I’m in Austin.”
“Austin?”
“Miss Ruby’s in the hospital.” I ducked behind a column to block the wind.
“Damn.” He was quiet for a second, his mind probably going exactly where mine had yesterday. To our mother. Every time it did, there was always this silence between us, reserved only for her. Drew cleared his throat. “You get checked out while you’re there?”
I squeezed the stress ball in my pocket to keep from hitting the brick. “Watch yourself. She’s my wife.”
“Well, your wife has a penchant for male escorts. That Rodrigo dude isn’t the only one in her little black book.”
