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“The same. It seems she didn’t empty the trash as much as go through it for passcodes.”
Deacon shook his head. “Well, that’s surprising. Did she mention anything about Anastasia?”
“No, but we turned it over to the feds and they plan on questioning her about it.”
“Good job, Nash. And now, since it’s five o’clock in the morning here, I’d like to go back to sleep.” But before Deacon could hang up, Nash stopped him.
“Sorry, big brother, but that’s not the only news I have for you. There seems to be a problem with Michael’s will.”
Deacon released his breath. “Look, we’ve talked about this before, Nash. You’re going to get your money. It just won’t be in one lump sum.”
“I’m fine with not getting a lump sum. But now it looks like we won’t even be getting a small trickle.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that Uncle Michael’s will has been contested.”
“Contested? Who would contest it?” He glanced back at the bedroom. “Olivia?”
“No. His illegitimate child.”
The words were like a one-two punch in the face. It took Deacon a moment to find his voice. “What illegitimate child?”
“We don’t know. The only way we found out about it was through a friend of Jason’s. I guess the guy works for some big-time lawyer here in San Francisco. He wouldn’t go into detail because I think he knew he was pushing the ethics thing, but he wanted Jason to have the heads-up that Michael’s illegitimate kid is going to try to get a piece of the pie.”
“A piece or all of it?”
“I don’t know. But either way, it can’t be good.”
“Deacon?”
He turned to see Olivia standing in the doorway. She had tossed on one of his shirts, but left it unbuttoned. And as she walked toward him, the edges played peekaboo with soft breasts, a flat stomach, and a strip of golden hair.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
Just the sight of her calmed him, and he smiled as he spoke to Nash. “We’ll head back as soon as possible. Until then, try to get as much information as you can.” He hung up the phone and placed it on a nearby table. Before he had even turned around, Olivia was in his arms. She held him like she never wanted to let go, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her head pressed against his heart.
“I woke, and you were gone.”
“I’m sorry.” He kissed the top of her head. “Nash called, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
She peeked up at him. “So it sounds like the vacation is over.”
He should’ve told her then about Nash’s phone call and what it could mean to the company, but he couldn’t stand the thought of ruining her dream vacation. There would be plenty of time to tell her on the return trip.
Sweeping her up in his arms, he carried her back to the bedroom. “Not yet, it isn’t.”
***
Deacon planned to tell Olivia about the will contest on the flight home, but one thing led to another and they spent the majority of the flight in the bedroom—not just making love, but going over the pictures of their trip and looking at Olivia’s new ideas for designs. She seemed so happy that he couldn’t burst her bubble. Besides, there was a good chance that Jason’s friend had gotten misinformation. And until Deacon had all the details, he decided it was best he keep Olivia in the dark so she wouldn’t worry.
Due to the time difference, it was only late afternoon when they landed in San Francisco. They were both jet-lagged, but Deacon knew he couldn’t sleep until he’d talked with his brothers. So he dropped Olivia off at her house before heading to French Kiss.
As soon as he arrived at his office, Kelly greeted him at the elevator with a cup of coffee. He sent her a curious look.
“Thank you, but how did you know I was here?”
“I told Denny the security guard to keep a watch out and let me know when you arrived. I figured you’d be jet-lagged and need a little pick-me-up. But don’t get used to it. I’m not a waitress.” She led the way down the hallway. “Your brothers are waiting in your office with Jason.” She glanced at him and blushed. “I mean Mr. Melvin.”
