Page 132 of Salvage Him
"Harrison said I wasn't supposed to ask you about the two of you,"hesaid.
"He's afraid you wouldn't approve, I think. He looks uptoyou."
"He's a great guy and a good friend, but I don't think I deserve his admiration. He impresses the hell out of me. Especially after what happened with hismother."
My cheststightened.
"I know she died. Is there more to the story?" Iasked.
He took a sip and noddedhishead.
"There's always more to the story, isn't there?" He winked andsmiled.
He didn't push it with me before, so I figured I'd give him the samecourtesy.
"So about your divorce, Harrison said you didn't think it would be contested, but now you’re not so sure." Professor Davis' tonechanged.
"Yeah. I mean, with the prenup, I thought drawing up the papers would be a formality, but it's taking longer than it should,"Isaid.
"Have you talked to your husband?" Professor Stewartasked.
"No. " I shook my head. "Harrison doesn't want me to communicate with him, and I really don't want toeither."
Professor Stewartnodded.
"I reached out to his lawyer several times and got no response,"Isaid.
"Well, I reviewed the prenup, and you're right. It's standard stuff. You’re not contesting anything, so it leaves me to wonder what your husband knows." Professor Stewartfrowned.
"About Harrison and me? Nothing." My eyegrewwide.
"A seemingly wealthy, well established and successful businessman, your typical alpha . . ." Professor Stewart flipped throughafile.
"Wannabealpha."
Professor Davislaughed.
"He's like five-foot-eight, a hundred sixty pounds with a receding hairline and . . ." I trailed off. Shocked I almost went downthatroad.
"Napoleon complex. Even better. If his ego is hurt, then it might be the reason he’s dragging it out. It might be as easy as taking it out of his hands and going lawyer to lawyer," Davis said withconfidence.
"Okay. What do we do?" Iasked.
Stewart pulled a folder out of hismessengerbag.
“I had a divorce lawyer friend of mine draw this up. I’d like to email this letter to his lawyer today; I'll cc your husband and see if they respond." He handed the lettertome.
I skimmed over it. It had a lot of legal mumbo jumbo and a few demands, but nothing hostile. If anything, it was too tame. I wanted to say something like sign the fucking papers, or I'll send my squad of Doms out to hunt you down and kickyourass.
"This looks fine." Inodded.
"Your mind wanders a lot. What are you thinking about?" heasked.
"Harrison saysthat,too."
"Must be frustrating for him attimes."
"You havenoidea."
