She smiles and disappears, and I turn to Ledger. “She’s nice.”
“She’s been with me for ten years. She runs this place like a military operation.” He pulls out a chair for me at the island. “Eat. You barely ate anything yesterday.”
The food is amazing. The eggs are perfectly cooked, the bacon is crispy, and the pastries are still warm. I take a bite of the eggs, and my stomach does a weird flip. I set my fork down and reach for the croissant instead.
Must be all the excitement from yesterday catching up with me. I’m halfway through the pastry when I realize Ledger is just watching me with this satisfied expression.
“What?” I ask around a mouthful of pastry.
“Nothing. Just happy you’re here.”
“Me too.”
After breakfast, while Ledger takes a call in his office, I wander through the penthouse. Andwanderis the right word, because this place is massive.
The living room has windows on two sides, showing off views worth dying for. There’s a grand piano in the corner that looks like it’s never been played.
Down the hall, I find a gym with a treadmill, weights, and a punching bag hanging in the corner. Through another door lies a home theater with reclining leather seats and a screen that spans the entire wall.
His closet is the size of an average person’s bedroom. Suits lined up perfectly, shoes organized by color, watches in a glass case that makes my jaw drop. I recognize some of the brands because Mom used to point them out in magazines. Each one probably costs six figures.
I’m standing there trying to process the sheer amount of wealth when arms wrap around me from behind.
“Find everything okay?” Ledger asks against my ear.
“Your closet is bigger than my bedroom in Chicago.”
“Our closet.” He turns me around to face him. “And I had Marie clear out the other half for your things. We’ll need to go shopping since you don’t have much here.”
“Ledger, I can’t afford?—”
“I can. And you’re my wife. What’s mine is yours.” He kisses me before I can argue. “Get used to it, princess.”
Marie knocks, and Ledger leaves with her while I’m still processing that I apparently have an entire walk-in closet to fill.
I hear voices and head out to the living room. A man is there, maybe late thirties, built like he could break someone in half,wearing an expensive suit. He’s talking quietly with Ledger, and when he sees me, he nods respectfully.
“Mrs. Volkov. I’m Silas, Mr. Volkov’s right hand. Pleasure to finally meet you properly.”
“Nice to meet you too.”
He hands Ledger a folder. “Everything you asked for. The alcohol has been removed and donated. Security reports are clean. And I have the updates on the Chicago situation.”
“Chicago situation?” I ask.
Ledger and Silas exchange a look.
“Nothing to worry about,” Ledger says. “Just tying up some loose ends.”
Silas leaves a few minutes later, and I corner Ledger in the kitchen where he’s pouring more coffee.
“What Chicago situation?”
“Just business. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“Ledger.”
He sighs and pulls me against him. “I promise it’s nothing dangerous. Just some property deals that need handling. I’m not keeping secrets from you, but I’m also not going to burden you with every business detail.”
