“They don’t know about this.”
Vincent examined the deed, nodding slowly. “Smart. Very smart. You two were always thinking ahead.”
“Nicholas suggested putting this portion in my maiden name when we first expanded,” I said. “Insurance, he called it, in case the business ever failed.”
“And now it’s insurance of another kind.”
Vincent placed the deed carefully on his desk.
“What do you want to do, Naomi?”
I met his eyes.
“I want my home back. I want the business my husband built. And I want my children to understand exactly what they’ve done.”
Vincent didn’t flinch at the coldness in my voice. Instead, he nodded.
“Let’s start with a place for you to stay tonight. My sister’s B&B has a vacancy. Tomorrow we’ll begin the legal work.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I need to move faster than that. The developer is closing next week.”
