Page 40 of For the Promise

I step closer to him. “Tell me what?”

“I thought you were married. You should know about the lawsuit if you’re married.” He smirks. “If you married her forher money, you’re going to be sorely disappointed when I win this case.”

Heat flushes through my body and I fist my hands at my hips before I deck him. This man deserves a broken nose, but I won’t find out about this lawsuit if he’s at the emergency room. And if I punch him, he will be at the emergency room.

“I didn’t marry her for her money. I have my own money. I’m part owner ofBuccaneer’s Whiskey.”

And my brother is a billionaire who thinks giving his brothers six-figure checks is a good way to make up for our dad abandoning us when we were kids. But Alan doesn’t need to know about Eli. He’s obviously money hungry. Eli has enough money-hungry people trying to wheedle their way into his life.

Alan’s eyes narrow. “You’re part owner of the local distillery?”

“And I’m the master distiller.”

He rolls his eyes. “I understand Blossom’s attraction now. She always was obsessed with distilling and brewing.”

“Whatever,” I mutter and try to leave again.

“But I still don’t believe you’re married.”

“This is becoming tiresome.”

“Blossom’s a talker. She wouldn’t hide her inheritance from her parents from the man she’s married to.”

Inheritance from her parents?

“She told me her parents have passed,” I lie. She said she didn’t have any family, which is not the same as telling me about their deaths.

“But she obviously didn’t tell you they left her a boatload of money when they died.”

No, she didn’t. And I would have never guessed Blossom has money. She works sixty hours a week, lives in a shitty apartment building, and doesn’t wear fancy clothes or jewelry.

“I bet that’s how you can afford to stay in a chalet this weekend.”

“I’m paying for the chalet.” Blossom offered to pay for half but I refused her offer.

“I nearly forgot.” He snaps his fingers as if he just thought of something. “She can’t touch the money because of the lawsuit.”

“I’m done with your riddles. Tell me whatever it is you want to tell me or let me be.”

“Shouldn’t you be with Blossom?”

“She’s getting ready for the welcome lunch.”

He groans. “Don’t you hate how long she needs to get ready?”

“No, because the result is always worth it.”

“She has you tied around her little finger.”

She doesn’t, but I wouldn’t mind if she did.

“Are we done?”

I start to walk away.

“I’m not giving up until I get what I’m owed,” he hollers after me, and I stop to listen. “We were married when she received the inheritance, which means half of the money is mine. She can pretend we weren’t married and she’s married to you all she wants. I will win this lawsuit.”

“We’re not pretending,” I tell him before stalking toward our chalet.

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