Four months later
Savannah
“Where are you going?” Ace asked, his arm circling my waist from behind.
On instinct, I snuggled into his warmth in our bed. He’d just returned from a two-week training and I’d missed him like crazy.
Still, I needed to get up. “To the lawyer,” I answered. “Remember?”
“It’s Saturday,” he groaned.
“I know, but he said he would make a special trip to the office for me today.” I was meeting with Jason Wolcott, my grandmother’s lawyer. I hadn’t spoken to him since our initial meeting.
Months earlier, when Ace and I decided to call off the divorce, I didn’t bother calling the attorney. Then, in the aftermath of being kidnapped, Ace starting his new position in San Antonio, and then leaving for training, I didn’t even think about the lawyer.
Until he called me.
“I have to go.” I sighed as I forced myself to pull away from him.
“Where’s the kid?” Ace asked, sitting up also.
I took a moment to admire his bare chest and the bedhead he sported. He looked utterly delectable. If we hadn’t been up half the night getting reacquainted, I might’ve been tempted to stay in this bed all day.
“You took him back in his bed last night, remember?” I said.
After the kidnapping he had admitted that the nightmares he’d been having for over a year were from his fear of me dying like his first mom. Even my reassuring him that I was fine, didn’t completely stop the dreams. He took to sleeping in our bed, especially when Ace was away for training. Only recently, had we gotten him down to sleeping with us only one or two nights a week.
Though, at times it required walking him back to his room in the middle of the night.
“Oh yeah, because his mama couldn’t keep her hands off of me. The kid didn’t need exposure to all of that.” He whipped the covers off, completely naked.
It took all of my strength not to acknowledge his massive erection, directing itself my way.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Captain Townsend. From what I recall, that wasyouwho couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Was that me?” He pressed a hand to his chest. “My memory’s a little fuzzy. You should come back to bed and remind me.”
I giggled and pushed him away when he tried to tug me back into the bed. It was difficult, but I summoned the strength to break free of my husband and jump into the shower.
Within thirty minutes of waking, I was showered, changed, and headed out the door. I gave Ace and Aiden a kiss as I left them making breakfast in the kitchen.
I arrived five minutes before nine to meet with Jason Wolcott, my grandmother’s attorney. He ended up pulling in a minute later and parked right next to me.
“Ms. Greyson,” he greeted.
“Mrs. Townsend,” I corrected. I’d started to go by my married name. I’d hyphenated my last name when Ace and I first got married. Though, legally I would put Townsend, I had everyone refer to me as Greyson.
His bushy eyebrows lifted, but then his face resumed a neutral expression. He ushered me inside.
“Mr. Wolcott,” I started once I was seated in his office. “Like I tried to tell you over the phone, I don’t think this meeting is necessary. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”
“Why is that?” he asked, arms folded across his desk.
“My husband and I have decided to stay together.” I kept my head held high. “We’re not getting a divorce, so that leaves me ineligible to receive my grandmother’s inheritance.”
I had come to terms with that. I wasn’t interested in the money beyond what it could’ve done for me when I was being blackmailed.
Jason Wolcott sat back in his chair and smiled. It was surprising, only because it appeared genuine, as if he’d been waiting for me to say that.
