“Over twenty years.”
“Your dad left everything to you when you were only fourteen years old?”
I shrugged. “Cammy, the Coopers’ head of legal, said a more recent change had happened with the team, but as for his estate, yeah. Mr. Eads said when the will was written, Dad was still burnt by my mother. He was about to marry or had just married Daphne. They didn’t have a prenup.” Another shrug. “I didn’t know anything about that stuff at the time. Anyway, Dad wanted to be sure the Coopers stayed within the family. He also didn’t want Daphne to try to take my inheritance.”
“Fuck, Vee, you’re?—”
“Screwed? Over my head? Overwhelmed? Pick one or come up with something better.”
Fin reached for my hands. “You’re the sole heir to billions.”
“I don’t know about billions.”
“I do. I researched different teams before deciding on the Coopers.” He reached for his phone from the table.
As he did, I seized the stem of my wine glass and took a hearty drink.
“Here,” he said, reading his phone. “Your grandfather purchased the Coopers for twenty million dollars in 1978. Today, the Coopers and, according to this website, your father, have an estimated worth of six billion dollars.”
I closed my eyes and groaned.
“I’m not saying that a random internet search is the best way to determine the value of your father’s estate, but I would presume it’s relatively close.”
Opening my eyes, I searched Fin’s stare. “Does this make you want to stop whatever we have going on? Or does this make you…I don’t know, only want me for the money?”
His laugh filled the air. “Neither.”
“Neither?”
Fin leaned forward and took hold of my hands. “I’m not a billionaire, but money will never be an issue for me. So for the record, I’m not looking for a sugar mama. And as for running, I did that once. The reason was the opposite of what’s happening now.”
“I’m talking to you?” I tilted my head.
“Yes, Vee. We’re talking. My offers from before stand. I will be next to you, behind you, or holding your hand. It’s not like you just won the lottery.”
I shook my head, remembering Dad on that table.
“It is more like you inherited a lot.”
“A lot,” I repeated.
His eyes narrowed. “What was your dad going to change in the new will?”
“According to him, he was going to give me fifty-one percent of the Coopers.”
“Controlling interest.”
I nodded. “Thirty-nine percent would go to Uncle Darin and Aunt Rachel to be later divided between Grant, Philip, and Leigh.”
“That’s only ninety percent,” Fin said.
“I said the same thing to Dad. He said Daphne wanted a percentage.”
“And none of that is in writing?”
Pressing my lips together, I sighed. “Mr. Eads said he drafted the changed will. Dad never signed it.”
“What is Mr. Eads suggesting?”
