I nodded. “Something feels off. I’d sleep better if the law enforcement agencies were working together.”
“You have all the men here, and Madison is in custody.”
“I know. I guess I want to be confident that no more of Van’s past will try to ruin our future.” Leaving Margaret in the front private living area, I walked back to our bedroom.
Unplugging my phone from the charger near the bed, I looked down at the screen. I had two missed calls from my mother and three from my father. My thoughts went to the email I’d read, the one from Ashley at GreenSphere Opportunities.
As they did, I chastised myself for not giving more attention to Wade in the last two weeks. All my research was still on my laptop. The notebooks filled with chicken scratch and all my questions were supposed to be answered by now.
I was supposed to be on the executive board.
No, I was supposed to be the chairperson.
I sat on the edge of our bed.
My laptop was still in the leather satchel from Chicago.
I’d chosen to put Wade aside to concentrate on my wedding. My neck straightened as the small hairs on my arms stood to attention. Shit. I’d done as Gwen Butler had predicted. I’d gone from one interest to the next.
Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be what Wade needed.
The email I’d read over and over while sitting in Van’s hospital room said that the bank was reevaluating Wade’s debt-to-asset ratio. The one from the lady at GreenSphere talked about Aphrodite Corporation. A spokesperson said Van’s stock would be sold. That wasn’t possible.
The only thing I knew with certainty was that the McGrath percentage was unchanged. The letter from Van’s attorney prohibited my parents from selling or shorting the stock.
As I was about to bite the bullet—so to speak—and call my father, a text message caught my attention. I wasn’t sure how I missed it. The text had been sent yesterday and was from Vicki.
“I’ve heard the third time is the charm. Or will this be the fourth? I arranged a flight with Van’s secretary. See you late Friday. I have class until six. Have wine chilling. I’ll be there by ten.”
Friday.
Today was Friday.
My thoughts raced.
Vicki would be here.
Lena Montgomery was on her way.
Would Lena stay in our home?
Shit.
I hurried to the front room of our suite to find Margaret. “I just read a text from Vicki.” Margaret turned my way. “She’ll be here tonight.”
A smile broke out in Margaret’s expression. “Does that mean that there will be a wedding?”
“There will be a marriage. The wedding is…” I wasn’t sure.
“Oh, let me go tell Mom.”
I smiled. “I should tell Van.”
“Yes, it would be good for him to know.”
“And,” I began. Margaret stopped and looked my direction. “I can assume Vicki will stay here. As it turns out, Van got a call from an old friend.”
“An old friend?”