Page 69 of Believing in a Billionaire
Grant sucked in a breath as he shook his head. “No. It wasn’t hesitant. I’m thrilled she’s back and not under contract.”
“But?” the older man asked.
“But nothing,” Grant said with another shrug. “What are you getting at?” What was Worthington suggesting? He was happy. Thrilled, in fact.
“You tell me, sir.”
Grant offered him an incredulous glance. “I’m happy, Worthington. I couldn’t be more happy. Actually, okay, I’ll be honest. Icouldbe more happy with Lydia behind bars. She nearly killed Julia…again.”
“We would all be more happy with her…locked up. Everyone will sleep better when Ms. Lydia is out of the picture.”
“You can say that again,” Grant answered, flicking his gaze out over the afternoon sun’s glare on the front lawn. “Have you heard about her latest strike?”
“The arsenic in the toothpaste?” Worthington asked.
Grant shook his head, huffing out a laugh. “No, as if that wasn’t enough, she sent pictures of Kyle kissing Julia to the entire Harrington Global board.”
Worthington raised his eyebrows. “Oh, my. How uncomfortable for you, sir.”
Grant shook his head. “Yeah. But I really feel bad for Julia. She was upset about it and…”
“And?” Worthington prodded.
“She overheard Kyle and I arguing about it.” Grant swallowed another sip of bourbon, frustrated over the bit of ugliness that had slipped to Julia.
Worthington’s forehead creased. “You and Dr. Carter have had many arguments. Surely, Mrs. Harrington was not disturbed by it.”
“She was disturbed by the picture leak. I didn’t want her to know. As usual, Kyle insisted we tell her.” Grant shook his head as he rubbed a finger along his lips. “He just is determined to make our relationship difficult.”
“You were not planning on telling her, sir?” Worthington asked.
Grant froze, eyeing his butler with a questioning gaze. “What?”
“I only asked a question, sir.”
“No. No, that’s not a question. That’s one of your cryptic warnings.”
“Cryptic warnings? I have no such things, sir.”
“The hell you don’t,” Grant said with a wag of his finger. “You always have something cryptic to say. And you’re usually right, but you never just say it straight out.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about, sir,” Worthington answered with a shrug.
“Oh come on. You meant something when you said, ‘You weren’t planning on telling her?’ And I’d like to know what.”
“Merely a question, sir.”
“Fine, okay,” Grant said, throwing his hands out. “I’ll play. No, I wasn’t.”
Worthington bobbed his head up and down.
“Well?” Grant asked.
“Well, nothing,” Worthington said.
Grant scoffed as he tossed a hand in the air. Silence stretched between them for a few moments as Grant eyed his butler. He shifted in his chair, narrowing his eyes.
“May I freshen your drink, sir?”
