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He knows Aurora is in here. As it was he who delivered that message to me last night, he’s probably also thinking that this is where attempting to drag my bride off kicking and screaming led me.
“Morning.” I step outside and close the door behind me so we can talk.
“Sorry to disturb you, but Aurora’s father is here to see you.”
Hearing her father is here cracks the glass around the sphere of existence Aurora and I have lived in since last night.
I give Claude a narrowed stare. “What’s he doing here?”
“He says he has paperwork. He went by Grayson Inc. earlier and was told you weren’t there, so he came here instead.”
Interesting.
William Wright is here to see me for paperwork.
All the paperwork that required us to sign in person was done weeks ago. The only thing I’m waiting for is the transfer of assets document for Sunset Cove. There was no need for him to bring me that when it could have been posted or couriered.
Unless he needed to speak to me. No doubt about his daughter. Maybe he wants to give me some parting wisdom before our nuptials, which are now only two days away.
“What should I tell him?” Claude asks.
“I’ll go see him. Where is he?”
“The grand hall. He was looking at the paintings.”
“Alright. I’ll head down in a few seconds.”
“Sure.”
Claude leaves, and I take those few seconds to gather my thoughts before I head downstairs to the hall. There I find William looking at the biggest painting, an artist’s rendition of Rembrandt’sThe Storm on The Sea of Galilee.
The painting is close enough to the original and old enough to cost me five million in an auction in Italy.
On hearing my footsteps on the wooden floor, William looks at me and straightens.
He looks just as broken as he did weeks ago when we met in his office and we made the deal of destiny. In his hands is a small envelope.
“Morning,” he says first when I stop a few paces away.
“Good morning.”
“Sorry to drop by unannounced. This has all been finalized. It’s the assets document we were waiting for.” He holds out the envelope, and I take it.
“You know you didn’t have to go through the trouble of getting this to me.”
“I know.”
“But I’m assuming you want to speak with me.” I raise a questioning brow.
He nods, slowly, and glances over my shoulder, probably checking for Aurora.
“She’s sleeping,” I fill in.
His gaze snaps back to mine with suspicion in his eyes, as if my knowledge that Aurora is sleeping means something happened between us. It does, but I won’t tell him that he’s right.
“I suppose that’s better.”
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I sound less abrasive than I did when we first met.
