Page 106 of The Rented Bride

Chapter Twenty-One

Trent glanced up when Cassie entered his grandfather’s office.

She stopped beside him at the desk. “Still at it?”

Trent set the letter he’d been reading on the desk and pulled her down onto his lap. She giggled and tried to squirm free, but he held tight, found her lips and tasted the sweetness of his wife.

“Wow,” she said when he broke the kiss. “Keep that up and we won’t get any work done for the rest of the day.”

He laughed. “I know. Did you talk to Maryanne?”

“Yes. She’s thrilled with the idea. With all the notoriety, she said the phone is ringing off the hook. Apparently I am ready for Hollywood. I’ll oversee our new West Coast Division, and she’ll stay in Miami representing our East coast clients. I’ll open an office in Denver.”

“It’s a good thing you already have a company helicopter to take you into work.”

Her gaze narrowed. He could see the argument coming before the words spilled from her lips. “I didn’t say anything about expecting Liam to shuttle me back and forth,” she said.

Trent shrugged. “You won’t win this argument.”

“So you’re saying a helicopter, jet, and driver are just perks of being a billionaire’s bride.”

He smiled. “I didn’t think Brettonwood would feel like home anymore, but I was wrong. We belong here—helicopter, jet, driver and all.”

“It won’t be a place of quiet solitude anymore. My family doesn’t understand boundaries.” Her nose pinched. “You’ve met my mother.”

“I’ve had enough of being alone.” He held her a little tighter. “I want a family.”

She rested her forehead against his. “You have one.” She kissed him quickly, then glanced at the papers on his desk. “How much longer do you think it’ll be before you finish going through your grandfather’s things?”

“I’m pretty close,” he said. “I found something interesting.”

“Oh yeah?”

He picked up the letter and handed it to her. “Read this.”

Her gaze moved across the page and, a moment later, she looked up at him. “Does this mean what I think it means?”

“If you think it means an attorney contacted Granddad about some inheritance in Scotland, then yes.”

“Why didn’t he say anything?” she asked.

Trent shrugged. “I can only guess he didn’t think it was all that important, given his health.”

“It’s dated two and a half months ago.”

“I know. I think he knew he was sick long before he let me know.”

She set the letter on the desk and hugged him. “I’m sorry, baby.”

A lump formed in Trent’s throat. He closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her. Losing his grandfather hurt to his core, but Cassie salved his soul.

She pulled back. “The attorney is requesting James’ presence. Will you go in his place?”

“I think we should.”

“We?”

“I’m not going without you,” he said. “I need to honor my grandfather and take his ashes back to Scotland.” He picked up the letter again. “The attorney is in Inverness where we have to go anyway.”