Page 15 of Battle with a Billionaire

Kyle rubbed at his chin. “Why? Because Grant might find out?”

She bristled at the insinuation. “No. Because yesterday you crossed a line. Again. You keep doing that and it’s not okay.”

His features pinched. “I’m sorry about that. I just wanted you to hear me. And to realize I wasn’t being dramatic or untruthful. And it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“And I’ve already accepted your apology. Now, let’s drop this, shall we?”

Kyle heaved a sigh. “But you’re still upset.”

Julia raised her gaze to his. “I’m not upset. I just need you to understand that my marriage comes first.”

“But, Julia, it’s a fraud,” he insisted before he shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I won’t…I’m not going to bring that up. I just…I wanted you to know there’s more out there than this…stupid fake marriage.”

“You’ve made your point,” she said as she tried to step around him.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said as he slid sideways to stop her.

“Kyle, you’re crossing another line.”

“No. There’s something else we need to discuss.”

“What?” she asked, her patience wearing thin.

“DG Industries,” he said.

“What about them?”

“We were in the middle of an investigation into them. We have to finish it.”

Julia pushed past him as she strode toward the elevator. “Grant’s security team is handling that.”

“The ones who found nothing last time? And I thought you preferred to be more hands-on with the investigation?”

“I’m a little busy at the moment with running a company.”

“Well, I could look into it for you. And then report back to you with anything I find.”

Julia pressed the button to call the elevator as she sighed. “I don’t want you doing that. They’re dangerous.”

“We have to do something.”

She whipped around to face him. “Why? It seems like you’d be thrilled if they succeed. You obviously still harbor some serious resentment toward Grant.”

His shoulders slumped. “Yes, I do. I’m sorry, but you said it yourself. This isn’t going to resolve quickly.”

“But for you, it never seems to resolve! You just keep spinning in the same circle. You have to stop this.”

“I’m trying to. He’s not making it very easy.”

Julia twisted back to the elevator and jabbed the button again. “Neither are you.”

“Fine, noted. I’m doing a terrible job of navigating our relationship. But I’m willing to keep trying. Is he?”

“After yesterday, I don’t know.” The elevator doors whooshed open, and Julia stepped inside, pressing the button for the top floor.

Kyle slammed a hand against the door, stopping it from sliding shut. “Wait.”

She heaved a sigh. “I’m working on something. If it pans out, I’ll text you.”

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