He glances around as everyone talks and laughs.Daphne’s dad is tall and slim, with a full beard and brown hair.
“I’m Iris,” her mother says, and I instantly know where her daughters get their beauty from.She’s blond like them but older, with only a few wrinkles.She pulls me in for a hug.“Thank you for including us.”
“She’d never agree without you all here.”
“That’s my girl,” her father says with a chuckle.“Delphi said you wanted to talk to us after dinner.I assume you have a prenup you want our daughter to sign.”
“We’ll talk later, after my sister takes the kids to bed.”
ChapterTwelve
Darrell
After dinner, Cronus and my sister head up to their suites.It’s just Daphne and her family, along with me, sitting in the ballroom.I’m nursing a brandy, and Max is as well.Iris has been chatting with Daphne and Delphi about gowns and what styles my girl wants to wear.
“Daphne, come here, baby,” I say as I hold out my hand.
She moves around the large round table toward me and starts to sit in the chair beside me, but I pull her into my lap instead.She blushes until she sees her mom do the same to her father.
“Now I feel like a third wheel.Where is that Cronus friend of yours?”Delphi says, teasing.
“You’d sign his death certificate if you sat in his lap, or he’d drop you on your ass.Not out of anger.He’s just a one-woman man.And Hades would kill him,” I tell her.
She stares daggers at me.
“You really want to start this conversation with that.I can tell my client not to sign the documents,” she says, sassing me.
I throw my head back.
“Who’s Hades?What kind of name is that?”her mom asks.
“Like Cronus isn’t Brock’s real name, it’s his club name.Hades is what Kit goes by.”I explain to Iris.
“Oh, they’re in a biker club?”
“Yes.”
“But he’s in a suit.”
“Only today because he was being respectful to you and my sister,” I say.
“That was nice of him.”
“Okay, but back to what I was saying.”Delphi changes the subject.
“If you want to tell her not to sign, you should know the prenup is for her best interest, not mine.”
“What?”Delphi pulls the packet from her bag and looks it over.
“You didn’t read it on the flight?”
“No, I was working on a new case.I figured it would be standard.Are you sure about this, Darrell?”
She hands the packet to her father, who scans it.He looks at me and shakes his head.
“You do love her,” he says with a nod, then smiles.
“You doubted me?”
