“Yeah, she did. Still, the leverage makes more sense, rings truer to me than the ‘Oooh, don’t tell JJ I did the nasty with the trainer.’ There’s some truth rolled in there, it’s just rolled in with lies, half-truths, and bullshit. I need some time to sort it all out.”
“She doesn’t love him.”
Pausing, Eve narrowed her eyes at him. “Why do you say that?”
He opened the car door for her, walked around to slide behind the wheel. “The bit about leverage? That’s something you and I might joke about, as we do cutting out hearts or dancing tangos on battered bodies if unfaithful.”
“Who says I’m joking about dancing on your battered body?”
He leaned over, kissed her. “That’s love. She wants that leverage—as if she’s to be believed he would hold a mistake over her head. Leverage, weight, payback. It’s not love.”
“No. It’s a power struggle with sex. Marriage is that, sort of—but it’s only right with the love in there. She’d go on this trip with him, and they’d make love noises—I don’t mean sex noises. Then, if he isn’t the killer—in which case I’ll have him in a cage—he’ll cheat again. She expects it. Next time she’ll boot him. They’ll have a prenup so he’ll get something, but she’s too smart, the money’s too old, for her to go into it without planning for this. Cheated with her, will cheat on her.”
“Logical enough,” Roarke agreed.
“Same with her. Cheated with him, and so on. Shit, when it comes down to it, they deserve each other.
“We’ve got a prenup, right?”
“We do, yes. You read i
t, had your lawyer go over it. We signed it and put it away where we never have to think of it again.”
“Yeah, right. I didn’t read it or do the lawyer thing. I just signed it.”
He stopped the car, annoying several cars behind him. “What? Christ Jesus, Eve.”
“Drive, before they get out the bats. What the fuck do I care? Your money was a big strike against you at the start anyway, pal. I never wanted it.”
“That’s not the bloody point.”
She heard the temper—very real—edge his tone and just shrugged it off. “It’s exactly the bloody point. You’ve got billions of billions, organizations, corporations, enterprises on and off planet, and I don’t even want to know all of it anyway. You have people depending on the income they earn from those organizations and the rest. All that needs to be protected, and if you didn’t you’re a moron. You’re not a moron or I wouldn’t have married you and we wouldn’t be talking about this anyway.”
“The bloody point is, you have rights, expectations, rights to those expectations. And speaking of morons, who signs a shagging legal document without reading it first?”
“Roarke Industries needed the legal document. You and I never did.”
Just like that, she saw the temper dissolve. “Ah, Christ, Eve.”
“You think I don’t know the difference? That I didn’t always know? I signed it because I thought: Great, this takes what gives me the jitters out of it. Not all the jitters because getting married gave me plenty. But the main jitters, signed away, and it gave me some peace of mind on it. And if you think I’d take a penny with me if you boot me, you are a moron. I take what I came in with. Except this.” She tapped her wedding ring with her thumb. “And this.” Lifted the diamond from under her shirt. “They’re mine, and if that’s not in there, it’s going to be amended.”
“You leave me speechless.”
“That’ll be the day.”
“I love you beyond speech. Beyond reason.”
“That works for me. You work for me.” She leaned back, looked down. “I might keep these boots, too, and the coat. Yeah, if you boot me, I’m definitely keeping the coat.”
He grinned at her, took her hand.
“You keep Summerset—that’s firm.”
“I’m completely agreeable to all your terms.”
She glanced over as he drove through the gates. “Can I get a lifetime supply of coffee tossed in? That should cover it all.”
Again he stopped the car. This time, he released his safety belt, hers, and pulled her into his arms. “I adore you. But none of this matters as I’d only boot you if you cheated on me. Then there’s the whole business of cutting out your heart and setting it on fire to follow.”