Part-Time Lover (Part-Time Lover #1)(29)

“She’s leaving to go find herself?” I ask, trying to sort out the mess she’s made of my brother’s heart.

“Yes. And to do that, she wants the firm. Says it’s all she knows. She needs it now. That’s why she’s been working late. To try to get it.”

A chill runs through me. “How can she get the firm? You and I have the majority of the shares, and we’re privately held.”

He knows this. He should know this. That’s how everything was set up in the trust. It outlined every detail about the shares of the firm, and he’s the goddamned trustee.

His expression is sheepish. “I gave her a few shares for her birthday, in her name. She’d mentioned she wanted some independence, and I thought that would help.”

“But not too many, right?”

He swallows. “Not too many. But she’s been using her salary to buy up shares, it seems. From some of the other shareholders.”

“Okay,” I say cautiously. “But how could she have enough? Between us, we should still have a controlling interest.”

He winces, and a look of shame crosses his eyes. “Because I also put my shares in both our names.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, my body going heavy, like it weighs a thousand tons. He can’t have done that. Please, dear God, make that a joke.

I open my eyes to find him offering me a “please don’t be mad at me” smile, and how can I possibly be mad when the love of his life is leaving him flat on his arse and trying to steal his company? “Say you’re kidding. That you’re just going on about something else.”

He shakes his head.

I try my best to stifle a groan, my frustration. “Erik . . .”

“We were married. She promised to love me forever.”

Elise pats his hand and gives him a sympathetic smile. “Of course you thought that. It’s normal to expect that.”

“I believed we’d be together. Just like Grandfather believed in love, and that’s why he left control of the company to his married grandson,” he says, and of course I know about that stupid bloody stipulation in the trust.

Elise furrows her brow. “What did he do?”

I jump in. “Our grandfather was happily married for more than fifty years. He was one of those true romantics. Very old-fashioned. His wife was by his side the whole time, and that’s what he believed worked for him. That’s what he wanted for the company he left to us. He put his majority shares into a trust, and his will appointed the married grandson the trustee. Basically, through the trust, that grandson has control of those shares—hence, control of the company, which was something we were all fine with. Our mum too.”

“What if neither of you was married?”

“Then the shareholders—a board of directors, really—have control until such a time as one or both find true love,” I explain heavily.

“That’s like a fairy tale.”

I nod. “It’s exactly like one. His marriage was the definition of ‘and they lived happily ever after,’ and he wanted that for us. But it’s never been an issue, since I never wanted to shepherd the company. Erik has been running it anyway, and he’s been with Jandy for a few years now, so it all made sense when Grandfather laid it out. His expectations aligned with our reality. Over the last few months, we’ve been dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s on the paperwork governing the estate.”

Erik takes a long drink and bangs his glass down. “And now I’ve fucked that up.”

Elise rubs his shoulder. “No, you didn’t. She fucked it up. She’s not worthy of you, and she doesn’t deserve your company, and we’re going to do everything we can to help you sort this out.”

“Thank you,” he whispers.

Damn, she shouldn’t be turning me on at a time like this, but she sure as hell is, with her commanding tone and her deep concern.

“That means that among the other shareholders, she has the most control right now? If there’s no married grandson to serve as a trustee?” Elise asks.

I nod. “Seems that way.”

“She can make all the decisions?”

Erik nods. “And she wants to sell it.”

I drop my forehead to the table and contemplate banging it a few times. I turn and look at him. “You kept that little nugget till the end, did ya?”

“Sorry, but there’s a silver lining.”

I raise my head. “Please. We need some good news.”

“I talked to the lawyers. Some of her shares come due for renewal in three months, and they’re the type of shares we can buy back as the officers of the company, and then she won’t have majority control. We just need to prevent a sale before then.”

I rub my palms together, shucking off my frustrations. “Okay, let’s solve this, then. How are we going to keep Grandfather’s company in the family?”

Erik snaps his fingers. “Why don’t I go ask the waitress to marry me?”

I laugh morbidly. “You’re not divorced yet.”

He slumps down in the booth. “Oh yeah. There’s that issue.”

We toss around some scenarios for preventing a sale, and I’m doing my best to maintain a cheery vibe when Elise clears her throat.

In her brown eyes, I see a brand-new fierceness. “Yes?”