Page 97 of His Wild Attraction

“By seven minutes,” Gary replied.

“My apologies, Gar. But you know women,” my husband said, offering a jovial smile to my ex.

I did a double take.

What the actual fuck?

Why was my husband grinning like a madman and offering Gary his hand like they were fucking buddies?

“Indeed,” Gary said, his expression cautious.

But he couldn’t hide the flash of disgust in his cold eyes.

“Greetings Mr. Ramirez, I’m Mr. Orion, representing Mr. and Mrs. Peters,” a small thin man with a wire-thin mustache introduced himself.

He looked harmless, but I knew Gary, and that meant this lawyer was a fucking shark.

“Yes, yes, Orion, let’s just get down to it, shall we?” Mr. O’Doyle, my attorney, interrupted.

“Yes, well, Mrs. Maxwell-Peters, it seems with your recent address change my client has not been able to contact his son. Also, there is a question of your rights in taking him?—”

“Ramirez,” Andres growled the word.

“Pardon?” Mr. Orion asked.

“Her name is Ellie Ramirez,” Andres corrected the lawyer, the smile on his face looking a little more feral than jovial.

I didn’t dare look at him closely.

I was caught between confusion and rage. I didn’t understand what Andres was playing at.

One minute, he was acting like he actually liked Gary. But the next minute, I swore I could feel masculine energy rolling off him in waves.

“Uh, yes. Mrs. Ramirez, my apologies. As I was saying, your recent address change is not on file and your kidnapping of my client’s son?—”

“Kidnapping? That’s a joke, right?” I barked, but Andres squeezed my thigh beneath the table, silencing me.

“Her recent address change has not been imparted to your client because of my high profile job. My residence is not public knowledge as it would create security risks, I am sure you understand,” Andres said, and all hints of friendliness vanished.

“Mr. O’Doyle, perhaps you should explain to your client that he should refrain from speaking, especially since he can also be charged with the kidnapping of a minor child,” Mr. Orion spat.

Gary’s expression turned smug, and my stomach twisted again.

I felt sick.

Kidnapping?

Could he really threaten us with that?

“Excuse me,” Andres said, and there it was.

I could almost see it happening.

The shift.

The change.

No more sweet, attentive husband. This Andres was the badass businessman so many people spoke about when we first met.

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