money. I just want to keep my name.”
“You mean my name, and I’m sure you do. It’s not like Brooke Smith would bring in the big clients.”
Brooke could nearly see the anger radiating from his body and he had every right to be furious with her, especially with the cowardly way she’d handled things but she felt she had no choice. Brooke thought her past, specifically the things she had done to put herself through school, and her present health issues would be too much to ask anyone to handle. Brooke knew how bad her request sounded, but she couldn’t tell him the real reason she wanted to remain a Kingsley—it was the only way she’d always have a connection to him and his family. They were the two things she never had before and didn’t think she ever would again.
“The only way you get to keep my name is if you take the settlement.”
“I don’t want or need your money. I can take care of myself,” she reiterated.
“I don’t give a damn if you want the money or not. It’s a few million dollars—give it to a charity if you like. I won’t ever be accused of not taking care of you,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Fine!” Brooke opened the envelope and pulled out the documents. “Got a pen I can borrow?”
“Sure.” Brice handed her the Montblanc she’d given him last year for his birthday. He handed her the pen and their eyes met, and for a brief moment, Brooke thought they’d softened until he broke contact and reached for his buzzing phone. Brooke signed in all the highlighted spots. She returned the documents to the envelope, handed it and his pen back to him. “Happy?”
“Hardly. Just one more thing. We’d appreciate it if any extracurricular activity you may have going on is kept under wraps.”
“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows stood at attention.
“Just continue to be discreet and so will I.”
Brooke’s heart sank when she caught on to what he was talking about. Although, Brooke wasn’t entirely sure what he meant about her activities, she wanted to kick herself for being hurt by the idea of Brice moving on with his life. It’s what she wanted...what she thought was best. Brooke couldn’t get passed the lump in her throat to speak so she simply nodded.
“I’ll get the papers to the lawyers right away. In sixty days, you’ll be several million dollars richer and free of me. All just in time for our first anniversary.”
“Can you not do that?” Brooke looked down at her intertwined hands lying in her lap, hoping to hide the slight tremor.
“Do what?”
Brooke raised her head and met his leer. “Act like a petulant child.”
Brice raised his chin and narrowed his eyes but quickly relaxed his face. “Absolutely. We will keep things professional and limit our interactions.”
“Fine. Maybe we can get through this almost painlessly,” Brooke said, rising slowly from her chair. The last thing she wanted was for her legs to give out from under her. Brice stood, walked around his desk and came to stand in front of her. “We both know in our business...the world of finance...a world of precision, ‘almost’ doesn’t count.”
Brooke looked up into Brice’s eyes and they were no longer devoid of emotion; they had softened. She actually had a sliver of hope that maybe they could salvage some type of friendship from the mess she’d made. They had been close before anything else and she missed him.
“Excuse me, Brice,” a familiar voice interrupted. Brooke turned toward the door and saw Amy standing there, smiling at Brice with an excited look on her face as if she couldn’t wait to see him or something.
Before Brooke knew it, her old insecurities about Amy resurfaced. Their old arguments that Brice had dismissed as ridiculous and a growing friendship that the two shared annoyed Brooke to no end. Without warning all types of nonsense came flying out of her mouth. “Amy, you’re still here? Shouldn’t your internship be up by now? Don’t tell me you didn’t pass your class.” So much for not acting like a child. Brooke could feel Brice’s eyes on her, but she kept her own on Amy.
“No, I passed and graduated magna cum laude, in fact.” Amy frowned at Brice.
“Amy works for me now,” Brice explained with a confused look on his face.
“Does she now?” Brooke murmured.
“Do you need anything, Amy?” Brice asked.
“It can wait. I just needed to talk to you about the dinner—”
“We’re still on, right?” His eyes jumped between her and Brooke.
“Yes...of course,” she replied, her smile widening.
Brooke felt sick and needed to escape. “Don’t let me interrupt. I have to get to work, anyway.” She turned and walked out the door.
* * *
“What was that all about?” Amy asked, bug-eyed.
“Sorry about that. It’s just...” Brice ran his hand through his hair. He felt awful for using Amy in such a way and misleading Brooke. But the hurt and anger he tried to suppress surfaced at the thought of Brooke moving on with someone else, especially while he'd been pining after her, and made him want to strike back.
“I get it. You wanted a little payback for something she did. It’s not my business, but if you want to talk, I’m here,” she offered.
“Thanks, but I’m good. About what I said...” Brice rubbed the back of his neck.
Amy held up both hands. “No worries. You’re fine and all, but you’re not my type.”
Brice laughed and went to sit behind his desk. “I’m not?”
“Nope, but your cousin Travis on the other hand...” she informed him, smiling.
“Yeah, well, I hate to burst your bubble but you’re a bit young for him.”
“I’m only four years younger than you,” she reminded him.
“Yes, and six years younger than Travis. Trust me, you’re too young.”
Amy sat in one of the chairs that faced his desk. “I know. He already told me.”
Brice frowned. “He did? When?”
“When I asked him out,” she stated nonchalantly.
Brice chuckled and shook his head. “Fearless...”
“No disrespect, boss, but why was your ex being such a B toward me, anyway?”
“She’s always thought you had a crush on me,” he explained.
“Hardly...”
Brice checked his buzzing phone. “What did you want to tell me about Kristen’s dinner?”
“She needed to cancel. Something came up.”
“Oh,
