Page 62 of His Wild Attraction

Maybe.

But the truth, the real truth, was I didn’t care about the company.

I had no desire to learn about the family business or to run Maxwell Mining.

None at all.

I didn’t know if that made me a traitor to my sex or not.

My interests leaned towards things like cooking, baking, raising my son, reading, even crocheting. I mean I liked other stuff, too.

I just didn’t like business.

And yes, I realized what a privileged life I’d led.

My father’s tendencies towards misogyny just enabled me.

I mean, maybe it was a lazy point of view to want the lifestyle I wanted, but I couldn’t help it.

And really, didn’t it make me the ultimate feminist to want the life I wanted? Even if it didn’t include running a multimillion dollar company?

Even now that I had a few more years under my belt, one divorce, a new husband, and a son to raise, I was still fundamentally the same.

Those things hadn’t made me want to join the corporate world.

I would have sold Maxwell Mining to the first person who offered after my father died, but Gary had challenged the will right off the bat.

Even though my father’s lawyer was supposed to handle that sale, it was the fact I was inheriting the proceeds that Gary took issue with.

Like he somehow deserved my inheritance.

Poor Gar. He had honestly thought marrying me would grant him the position he’d always coveted. But that wasn’t my father’s way.

Dad didn’t think a woman could run the company, true. But he also wasn’t a fan of nepotism.

My father’s will had been written to ensure my ex-husband would never get his hands on the company. Dad and I had a strained relationship, but he never liked Gary.

Now I knew why. I only wished he’d been the kind of dad who would have told me how he felt. But he wasn’t, and he didn’t. And I couldn’t change the past.

I wouldn’t want to.

The past brought me Sammy.

And my son was worth everything I’d been through.

That wasn’t the issue. What really had me wringing my hands day in and day out was my current marriage.

I’d ignored the fact that I was actually a lot more attracted to Andres on a personal level than I’d ever intended to be.

But I really should have known better than to allow myself to get caught up in feelings for Andres.

I mean, this marriage was one I’d proposed, born of need and convenience.

What kind of idiot was I to allow myself even the fantasy that he might care for me someday?

Like really care for me.

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, taking note of the aromas in the air, I could tell dinner needed more time to simmer.

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