“We don’t get to choose our family, but we can stick together.”
“Not from what I’ve seen. From the first day I married into this family, it’s been every woman for herself. Lunette stole Kensington’s fiancé.”
“Ex-fiancé.”
“And you’re after her job. Once the executive committee casts their vote, I’d be surprised if you all exchanged Christmas cards.”
She glanced away. “Kenzi will always be my sister first.”
He grabbed his laptop and got to his feet. “Then maybe you should act like it.”
“You think we should write one another off?”
Her question stung. She knew about the prison sentence, but did she know his parents had scorched his name from the family records? She couldn’t have. There was no way. And even if she did, that didn’t change the fact that the only family he had was Kensington and he would go down swinging—even if it meant he lost her. “I think that you should consider the fact that the only thing tying you together is this company, and you’re ready to break it into tiny pieces and auction them to the highest bidder.” He stormed from the room, leaving a wake of anger and barbs behind.
Raquel should jump in the freezer room for a couple hours and cool off. He pulled at his tie. Or maybe the freezer would behisnext stop. He got on the elevator and ran his hands through his hair to make sure he hadn’t scrubbed it into spikes. He needed to keep his cool and not let Raquel know that she’d rattled him. The best way to handle a bully, in the corporate world or in prison, was to act like they didn’t get to you no matter how bad you were shaking inside.
And inside, Nash quivered at the thought that he could lose Kensington. He’d just have to make sure they got that vote, and then he could deal with the past.
