“Are you feeling better?”
“Much. I wanted to drive, but Declan insisted on having me fly.”
“Why did he?”
She lifts a shoulder. “He thought it was safer.”
“More than driving?”
Her eyes roll. “I know. He’s a bit overbearing these days.”
I shoot her a look. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s how he’s always been.”
She cackles. “I see why Cal loves you.”
I tense.
Her eyes narrow. “He does love you, you know.”
I become fascinated by my manicure. “I know.”
“But you don’t trust him,” she states.
“He hasn’t given me many reasons to.”
Her soft smile reaches her eyes. “Although I was in a different position than you with the will, I can see where you’re coming from.”
“You were?”
“Did you really think Declan and I got married because we loved each other?”
My brows raise so high, I’m afraid they might be permanently stuck that way.
She snorts. “I married Declan because of the will. Falling in love with him was a convenient outcome I hadn’t anticipated happening.”
My mouth drops open. “You married him because of the inheritance?”
“Amongst other things.” She runs a hand over her stomach absentmindedly with a small smile.
Is she…
Don’t you dare ask that.
I bite down on my cheek to stop myself from blurting out the question burning in the back of my mind.
She looks up at me, as if remembering I’m still standing here. “I know it sounds crazy…”
“Because it is!”
She laughs. “Well, I married Declan because I cared about him and didn’t want to see him lose to his asshole father.”
“What does his father have to do with any of this?”
“Well, that’s where everything gets a little complicated. If the brothers don’t complete their individual tasks, their father gets their shares of the company.”
“What? Why?”
She shrugs. “Their grandfather made it that way.”