The Complete Boardroom Collection. Yvonne Lindsay

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      “Next week,” she retorted, trying not to show her shock at the exorbitant figure. “Summon up some patience, Zachary.”

      “You don’t know what you’re doing, Katie.”

      “I’m protecting my own interests,” she told him.

      And there was something to be said for that. Seriously. Who could guess what his lawyers had hidden in the divorce documents?

      They were both silent. Horns honked and trucks rumbled by five floors below.

      “I don’t trust you, Zach,” she informed him tartly. Which was completely true.

      His expression hardening by the second, he stuffed the pen into his pocket, then deliberately tucked the checkbook away. He closed and latched the briefcase, and sharply straightened the sleeves of his jacket.

      Seconds later, the door slammed shut behind him.

      Zach slid into the passenger seat of the black Porsche Carrera idling at the curb outside Kaitlin’s Yorkville apartment building and yanked the door shut behind him.

      “Did she sign?” asked Dylan Gilby, as he slipped the gearshift into First.

      Zach tugged the seat belt over his shoulder and clicked the latch into place. “Nope.”

      He normally prided himself on his negotiating skills. But there was something about Kaitlin that put him off his rhythm, and the meeting had been a colossal failure.

      He didn’t remember her being so stubborn. To be fair, he hadn’t known her particularly well. They’d met a few times before the party, but it was only in passing while she was working on the renovation plans for his office building. He remembered her as smart, diligent, fun-loving and beautiful.

      He had to admit, the beautiful part certainly still held true. Dressed to the nines in Vegas, she was the most stunning woman in a very big ballroom. Even today, in a faded baseball T-shirt and jeans, she was off the charts. No wonder he’d gone along with Elvis and said “I do.” He was pretty sure, in that moment, he did.

      “You offered her the money?” asked Dylan.

      “Of course I offered her money.” Zach had wanted to be fair. Well, and he’d also wanted the problem solved quickly and quietly. Money could usually be counted on to accomplish that.

      “No go?” asked Dylan.

      “She’s calling her lawyer,” Zach admitted with a grimace, cursing under his breath. Somehow, he’d played it all wrong. He’d blown his chance to end this neatly, and he had nobody to blame but himself.

      Dylan flipped on his signal light and checked the rearview mirror on the busy street. He zipped into a tight space between a Mercedes and an old Toyota. “So, basically, you’re screwed.”

      “Thank you for that insightful analysis,” Zach growled at his friend. Harper Transportation could well be on the line here, and Dylan was cracking jokes?

      “What are friends for?” joked Dylan.

      “Procuring single malt.” If ever there was a time that called for a bracing drink, this was it.

      “I have to fly today,” said Dylan. “And I get the feeling you’ll need every brain cell functioning.”

      Zach braced his elbow against the armrest as the car angled its way through traffic on the rain-dampened street. He reviewed the conversation with Kaitlin like a postgame tape. Where had he messed it up?

      “Maybe I should have offered her more,” he ventured, thinking out loud. “Five million? Do people say no to five million?”

      “You might have to tell her the truth,” Dylan offered.

      “Are you out of your mind?”

      “Clinically, no.”

      “Tell her that she’s inherited my grandmother’s entire estate?”

      Hand the woman control on a silver platter? Did Dylan want to guarantee Zach was ruined?

      “She did, in fact, inherit your grandmother’s estate,” Dylan pointed out.

      Zach felt his blood pressure rise. He was living a nightmare, and Dylan of all people should appreciate the outrageousness of the situation.

      “I don’t care what kind of paperwork was filed by the Electric Chapel of Love,” Zach growled. “Kaitlin Saville is not my wife. She is not entitled to half of Harper Transportation, and I will die before—”

      “Her lawyer may well disagree with you.”

      “If her lawyer has half a brain, he’ll tell her to take the two million and run.” At least Zach hoped that was what her lawyer would say.

      The two of them were married. Yes. He’d have to own that particular mistake. But it couldn’t possibly be a situation his grandmother had remotely contemplated when she wrote her will. There was the letter of the law, and then there was the spirit of the law. His grandmother had never intended for a stranger to inherit her estate.

      He had no idea if New York was, in fact, a joint property state. But even if it was, he and Kaitlin had never lived together. They’d never had sex. They’d never even realized they were married. The very thought that she’d get half of his corporation was preposterous.

      “Did you think about getting an annulment?” asked Dylan.

      Zach nodded. He’d talked to his lawyers about that, but they weren’t encouraging. “We never slept together,” he told Dylan. “But she could lie and say that we did.”

      “Would she lie?”

      “What do I know? I thought she’d take the two million.” Zach glanced around, orienting himself as they approached an entrance to Central Park. “We going anywhere near McDougal’s?”

      “I’m not getting you drunk at three in the afternoon.” Dylan shook his head in disgust as he took a quick left. The Porsche gripped the pavement, and they barely beat an oncoming taxi.

      “Are you my nursemaid?” asked Zach.

      “You need a plan, not a drink.”

      In Zach’s opinion, that was definitely debatable.

      They slowed to a stop for a red light at another intersection. Two taxi drivers honked and exchanged hand gestures, while a throng of people swelled out from the sidewalk in the light drizzle and made their way between the stopped cars.

      “She thinks I got her fired,” Zach admitted.

      “Did you?”

      “No.”

      Dylan sent him a skeptical look. “Is she delusional? Or did you do something that resembled getting her fired?”

      “Fine.” Zach shifted his feet on the floor of the Porsche. “I canceled the Hutton Quinn СКАЧАТЬ