His lips brush my forehead. “Yes.”
I hold tight to him because the earth just shifted under my feet.
Holy hell.
My entire life has changed in an instant.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Case
I sitEmma back down in the chair because all the color has drained from her beautiful face.
A dozen thoughts crowd my mind, but all I can focus on is the fact that I can tell her that the job is based in San Francisco.
I could build a life with her.
We’d take Cabbott to the next level hand-in-hand.
“Are you mad at Drake?” Her question breaks through my fantasy.
“Disappointed,” I answer truthfully.
I was seething a few minutes ago, but I’ve placed the weight of the world on my best friend’s shoulders. I dropped my business into his lap seven years ago and expected him to take the reins until I found my footing again.
I gave him the impossible task of sorting through details of the life I left behind here in New York. No one should expect another to take care of some of the things I pushed at him.
But he did it. He never complained or questioned me.
He cared enough to give me a clear path to heal after the worst experience of my life.
How can I rail on him for this?
“I don’t think he meant to steal anything from me,” Emma says quietly. “Drake isn’t like that.”
Drake is as devoted to Cabbott as I am. Breaking into the educational app space is a big step for us. He looked to his sister for inspiration, so it’s on him to sort that out with her on a personal level. I won’t get into the middle of that, but I will do what I can do to look out for Emma’s best interests.
I can fool myself into believing I’m doing this to cover Cabbott Mobile’s ass since Drake took her idea and ran to the bank with it.
That’s not why I’m going to have contracts drawn up that guarantee Emma will be well compensated for her creative ingenuity.
I want her to get what is due to her.
She deserves this.
“I’ll talk to Drake about this,” I offer. “You’ll get to work finding a lawyer. I want all of this handled as soon as possible.”
Her gaze drops to her lap. “I know a lawyer in Seattle. He helped me with my contract when I signed on with the Garrington Academy.”
“Did Archie recommend him?”
She glances at me with perked brows. “Yes. Beauregard said he handled the estate planning for his grandparents too.”
“He’s not going to work for this.” I lean against the edge of the desk, crossing my feet at the ankles. “You need someone who specializes in contract work. I can have Elias put together a list of attorneys in Manhattan who are skilled in that area.”
“Someone in your back pocket?” She winks, or her nervous tic has got a hold of her.
“The only lawyers in my back pocket work for Cabbott.” I look her in the eye, so she understands I’m serious. “I won’t steer you wrong on this, Emma. I want this above board for obvious reasons.”
