Page 294 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
An angry scowl scours Regan’s face before she continues, “Hunter explained how I could gain access to Alex’s phone without needing the passcode. When it unlocked, not only did I find hidden emails corresponding to you and your empire, but I also found photos of Theresa’s files from my laptop.” Her gaze shifts to the window as a pained grin crosses her face. “You know the stupidest part?” Even though she asked a question, she continues without waiting for my reply. “The passcode on his phone was my birthday. That’s how good he is. He played the devoted boyfriend act very well.”
She brushes off a stray tear rolling from her eye before returning her eyes to me. “I tried to lead him astray, but I think I made matters worse. Not only does he believe you're the man your FBI file says you are, he thinks we—”
“Had an affair.” Her face morphs into shock, surprised I knew. “I gathered that after my run-in with him. He doesn’t hide his jealousy well. Is he the reason you moved back to Texas?”
She nods. “Yes. I didn’t want to run the risk of running into him.” She folds her arms in front of her chest. “I wanted to tell you. I tried a few times before I left, but I was ashamed I let him play me like a fool. If I honestly thought he had anything significant that’d hurt you or your empire, I would’ve told you, Isaac, but he had nothing. He still has nothing.”
I stay quiet, giving her time to regain her composure when her voice cracks.
Once the glistening in her eyes dampens, I seek her eye contact. “You don’t owe me anything, Regan. Me helping you wasn’t under the stipulation that you would owe me. I did it because you’d be an asset to my empire, not to gain your moral obligation for the remainder of your life.”
Her face scrunches up as new tears well in her eyes.
“If he's your Achilles heel—”
Her eyes snap to mine faster than a bullet being dislodged from a gun. “He isn’t.”
“Ifhe is, your loyalty the past seven years repaid any debt you think you still owe me, so don’t feel obligated to choose between your employer and the man you love.”
She stares into my eyes, silently pondering for a few seconds before whispering, “Even if I do love him, it doesn’t make a difference. He lost my trust. He can never get that back.”
“Hugo once told me—”
Regan chuckles. It isn’t a full-hearted laugh, but I'll accept a small chuckle over hearing her cry any day. “Why is everyone suddenly taking advice from Hugo?”
I shrug, my smile picking up. “It was good advice.”
She releases a big breath. “All right, hit me with it.”
“He said, ‘Not all mistakes are unfixable. If you work hard enough, even the most broken things can be repaired.’”
She twists her lips and nods but remains quiet.
After what feels like hours, but is only minutes, she shifts her gaze from me to the prenup on the table. “She won’t accept it, Isaac. Isabelle will never sign that prenup when she notices the terms you have put in there.”
“I know.”
Regan’s brows scrunch. She appears utterly confused.
“I havepersuasivetechniques I can use to my advantage.”
She gags and rolls her eyes.
After snickering at her response, I seek her gaze. “Stop trying to reflect the topic back to me. Do I need to look for a new lawyer?” I keep my tone low and non-threatening, leaving the decision up to her.
“You'll never find anyone as good as me,” she remarks with a hint of pompousness since sparks of her usual demeanor emerge.
“I know.” I stroke her ego a little more to help her usual attitude return.
As she straightens her shoulders, her professional kick-ass lawyer transformation emerges before my eyes. “Regan Myers has never officially worked fortheIsaac Holt. I don’t see why that will change any time in the future.” Her eyes lock on mine. “If I’m still wanted?”
“Are you sure this is whatyouwant? Because while Alex is investigating me, you can’t have a relationship with him.” I want to make sure she's acutely aware of what she's giving up.
She nods. “I understand.”
My lips tug higher. She’s a damn good lawyer, so her loss to my empire would have been immense, but I would have taken the hit if that was what she wanted.
“All right, then let’s get down to business.” I take a seat in my leather chair before raising my eyes to hers. “How long does it take to get a marriage license issued?”
