Page 91 of The Best Bad Decision

“They want me to stay married to my ex and accept the baby because it will trigger the release of the funds.” I wasn’t sure how that could be legal but they’d have already challenged it if that were the case. “And they’ve probably concocted some plan to give Valerie a chunk of the money.”

Then once everything was settled, she could get a divorce.

“That’s what it looks like but there isn’t a paper trail to follow on that part.” Casimir’s tone sounded less dramatic since I hadn’t lost my mind, but he kept up the soft caress and kissed me. “He had to do some digging, which is probably why your lawyer didn’t find it.”

“My lawyer has turned out to be entirely too nice, which actually might be suspicious as well.” The guy who’d referred her made her sound like a shark but all I’d gotten was one of those tiny shark-looking fish who liked to play with divers.

I’d been hoping for Jaws but that hadn’t worked as planned.

“What would you do if I asked the PI to look into your lawyer?” His question had me groaning and bringing up my hands to scrub them over my face. “I’m going to take that as consent. Frustrated but consenting.”

“You’re incredibly smart and that’s one of the things I like best about you.” Second on that list was how well he read me, which made life much less stressful. “How about you get a list of divorce lawyers he’d actually recommend? Mine wasn’t nearly shocked enough last week when I explained that Valerie really didn’t understand we were getting divorced.”

Casimir’s snicker and quick peck had me opening my eyes to see his grin. “I’ve already done that. I just didn’t want you to think I was pushing to actually make sure you get divorced.”

I managed not to laugh but it was close. “I appreciate all your effort.”

His pleased wiggle made my head happy and my dick confused about what we were doing. “I have the best boy. You knew right away I just had your best interest at heart.”

The lane analogy wasn’t quite right…my Dom was a freight train on a mission to keep his boy safe…my family wasn’t nearly frightened enough of what they’d unleased.

Oh well.

Chapter 27

Casimir

“If I have to ask if you’ve left work yet, I’m going to be pissed.” He was entirely too nice to people who’d rescheduled too many times. “I don’t care if their cat died for the third time or that grandmother who keeps coming back from the dead croaked again. You’re mine tonight.”

I’d been appropriately sympathetic and understanding until Atlee had confessed he wasn’t sure how long they’d been lying to him.

“I’m heading out of the parking garage and I’m on my way.” His confident tone made me suspicious.

“And?” That got me a long sigh.

“And I explained that because they missed their appointment at three, I was going to need to reschedule for next week.” His tone said that’d been hard, so I was going to reward him for it later. “I hate to say it, but this account isn’t big enough for this much drama.”

They were part of an extended family network that he’d gathered after nailing one whale of a client, so I could see how he didn’t want to rock the boat.

“Maybe the next time you call the cheese in charge of all that chaos, you ask him how they’re doing and if all the deaths in the family need to be addressed because you don’t have accounts for them.” It was time to tattle on the suckers. “He should know you’re doing your best to take care of him in these trying times.”

Atlee nearly giggled like a kid and swallowing it back had him choking on a cough. “You’re…you’re devious.”

Only when it came to defending my boy.

“I’m ready for my boy to be home for a long-overdue date.” Along with a late meeting with his new attorney, we’d both hit some unexpectedly long days at work over the last week. That’d meant my collaring gifts had to be delayed and I didn’t like that one bit. “What is your ETA?”

“I’m leaving early enough that I should be home in about fifteen minutes.” Sounding pleased, I could almost hear the grin he had to be wearing. “Then will you tell me what our plan is?”

“No, but you can put on your best suit and show me how spiffy my boy can look for his Master.” That got a pleased hum and I was pretty sure at least a half-hard erection. He knew how much I loved it when he dressed up and he loved turning me on.

It would be a win-win for a variety of reasons.

“How spiffy?” He nearly giggled at that word but it was keeping him happily distracted and curious, so I thought it was the perfect choice. “And what kind of best suit? You know, if I had a clue about where we were going, I’d be able to dress appropriately.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t tell you to wear the tux, but anything else would be appropriate.” There were not nearly enough social situations in our area that made those reasonable…and that was a fucking shame.

His chuckle was low and sexy that time, sending a shiver through me that had me wiggling in the car. “I’ve got that work thing around Christmas which is black tie. I’m going to have fun showing off for you.”