“Which is?”
“He gets me information.”
“We have several men in the bratva who could do the same. Why not use them?”
She didn’t respond.
I scowled at her. “Are you investigating the bratva? That would be in violation?—”
“Of our prenup, yes. No, nothing that will incriminate your organization. This is more personal and requires discretion. It’s a delicate situation, and I haven’t worked with your guys, and I don’t trust where their loyalties are.”
“To me, of course.”
“Yeah, well, I need someone more neutral.”
“And you think this Trevor guy is the man for the job?”
“Look. I know you’re uncomfortable with me digging into your family history, but this is more about Ivan’s beef with Duncan King.”
My fingers clenched the steering wheel. “It’s about the illegitimate child?”
“Yes. If Duncan King has an illegitimate child with whom he created a trust and Davenport is the executor of that trust, it would explain why the King brothers are putting pressure on Anya to release all documents in relation to that trust.”
I deliberately passed the turn that would take us back to the mansion.
“Where are we going?” Lucy asked. “I thought you had meetings this afternoon.”
“I canceled them.”
“Since when?”
I cast my wife a glance. “Since I decided I’m not taking good care of my wife and she has these unhealthy eating habits.
My mouth threatened to kick up in a smile because even without looking at her I could feel her disbelief.
“Why the sudden husbandly concern?” she mocked sweetly. “Could it be that you’re uncomfortable discussing Anya?”
I didn’t know whether I was pleased or annoyed. Pleased, if for once, my wife could admit to being jealous of my childhood friend/past lover. I sighed dramatically. “I don’t want to discuss Anya because it seems your claws come out. There’s nothing to be jealous of her. I hardly see her.”
“But you do see her.”
“She’s a friend, but the last time I saw her was after that poker night where she confronted you.”
Lucy didn’t say anything, so I added, “I was pissed she approached you like that. I told her to stay away from you.”
When she remained silent, I asked her, “No response?”
“I don’t know what you’re playing at anymore.” She sighed. “I’m tired.”
“Are you hungry?” I asked unexpectedly, remembering her terrible eating habits, and it was a reminder that I was not taking care of my wife. Physically, I wanted her healthy. As for her mental and emotional state, fuck did I know anymore.
“I just ate,” she responded dryly. “If you have to meet a business associate and use me as a front, just say so.”
“I deserve that,” I muttered. There was a compulsion to spend more time with Lucy. I disliked seeing that Trevor guy with her, knowing that she went to him for help as part of her job. Knowing that I had no claim on her except—my gaze fell on her left hand.
“Where are your rings?”
“I was rushing out this morning and?—”
