His brows rise. “Does Iris know about this accelerated timeline?”
“She knew the deal when she signed the contract.”
His brows jump. “Doesn’t mean she’s ready to have a child right now.”
“Good thing she will have an additional nine months to warm up to the idea then.”
A noise gets trapped in the back of his throat. “And here we thought marrying her would humanize you a bit.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you respect her.”
“I do.” Her ability to work by my side as a resource rather than a hindrance already puts her leaps and bounds ahead of anyone else. She is quick on her feet and willing to go above and beyond to ensure I’m successful, even if it means marrying me and having my child. I couldn’t pay for that kind of loyalty. I tried, but after scaring off multiple fiancées, I’m well aware of how much I need Iris. If she thinks we will become the best of friends because of it, then so be it.
“And we know you are attracted to her.”
That is new.“Who is thisweyou keep speaking of?”
“Rowan and I.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than gossip about me behind my back? Like, oh I don’t know, go find Alana and do whatever Grandpa asked you to do?” Cal avoiding his ex-girlfriend will only last so long, especially when Grandpa put a time limit on his inheritance clause. He needs to reach out to her by the end of the year if he plans on ever obtaining his part of the company shares. After all the grief he has given me about my part, the least I can do is remind him of his lack of initiative.
His jaw ticks. “It’s not going to work.”
“What?”
“You trying to get a rise out of me because you’re feeling defensive about Iris.”
“Why would I feel the need to be defensive?”
“You tell me since you were the one who said you didn’t care who you married, so long as they were… How did you phrase it again?” He taps his chin. “Oh right. ‘Practical, fertile, and has a face considered proportionate enough to be deemed attractive.’”
My fingers gripping the glass tighten. “I know what I said.”
“Didn’t seem to age well, did it?”
My jaw clenches. “What’s your point in bringing all this up?”
“I mention it as a warning.”
I don’t speak, instead choosing to take a long sip of my drink.
“You might be my brother, but Iris is my best friend. And while I want you to succeed and become CEO, I won’t let you destroy her in your pursuit of whatever you think might make you happy.”
I offer him a bored glance. “If Iris is concerned, she can speak to me herself. She doesn’t need to send her guard dog after me.”
“She’s not concerned, but I am.”
“If this is what friendship entails, I see why I’m better off without it.”
His lips press into a thin line. “Don’t break her heart.”
A soft chuckle spills out of me. “That should be the least of your worries.”
“Of course I worry. You’re a cold-hearted bastard who doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of someone else.”
“I helped raise you and you turned out decent enough.”