My stare turned into a glare and my sigh was automatic. I shook my head, strolling to the conference table, inserting myself between Kat and her cousin. This fucking guy.
Quinn and Alex had been able to thwart and delay Caleb’s attempts to return to Boston for the last week. They’d also sent me plenty of valuable info about Caleb’s finances, which I’d planned to tell Kat about. But, honestly, with everything else and all the good stuff between Kat and me last night, it had slipped my mind.
Long story short, he was no longer a threat. So I wasn’t worried seeing him here now. That said, this Sharpe guy was an unknown threat.
“Oh good, you’re here,” Caleb said, wiping his nose with the back of his hand and grinning at both of us, all teeth and no lips.
Poor Eugene.
Firstly, Kat had been giving the old guy the iceberg treatment for days.
Secondly, his partner seemed like a tightass.
Thirdly, what was the point of having his own rich-person bathroom if this sheisty fuckstick comes in and pisses all over it? Not even washing his hands after.
“Mr. Tyson,” Sharpe sounded relieved. “I was just explaining to your cousin that there was no need for her to make the trip, and that we’d be in contact with next steps for her.”
“Why is he here?” Kat addressed this question to Eugene, her tone impressively dispassionate. “He’s not mentioned in the will.”
“And how do you know that?” Caleb swaggered further into the room, shoving his hands into his pockets. Based on the continuing movements of his hands, I’d bet my collection of bird skeletons—if I had a collection of bird skeletons—that Caleb was playing with his dick.
“I don’t have time for this.” Kat sounded bored. “Mr. Marks, please call my lawyers to arrange an alternate time to read the will.”
“Your lawyers?” Caleb sounded gleeful. The sheisty fuckstick was up to something. “But, how will you pay them?” he asked dramatically.
Kat’s glare slid to her cousin and she gave him the meanest fucking look I’d ever seen, like he was maggot pus at the bottom of a garbage can. She didn’t respond, instead picking up her coffee like she was prepared to leave.
“Are you going to tell her, Marks? Or should I?” Caleb shifted back and forth on his feet, like he had to take a piss. But we all knew that wasn’t the case, he’d just taken one and not washed his hands.
Sharpe took a step forward, looking displeased with his client. “Ms. Caravel-Tyson, if you would please just leave. We will be in contact—”
“Never mind, I’ll tell her.” Caleb spoke over Sharpe. “I’ve frozen all your assets. Surprise!”
My eyes widened. I was surprised. I glanced at Eugene for confirmation.
He nodded subtly. “Caleb has been working with Sharpe to freeze the Caravel-Tyson assets since last week.” Eugene looked like he was ready to explode with contempt, which was why the coolness of his tone was so remarkable. “He’s had some . . . communications and transportation issues on his return trip from Chicago. But Sharpe’s team received approval for the motion yesterday.”
“On what grounds?” Kat continued addressing her questions to Eugene, as though neither her cousin nor Mr. Sharpe were present.
“We’re not able to disclose that.” Sharpe took a half step toward the door, like if he moved to the door then Kat and I would follow.
“Your marriage.” Eugene’s stare moved from Kat to me. “Caleb is working to have it invalidated on the grounds of mental incompetence and Mr. O’Malley’s questionable character. He plans to invalidate your marriage and then proceed with his guardianship petition.”
“Eugene!” Sharpe was clearly shocked by his partner’s willingness to openly share information with us.
I looked over at Eugene—the sneer of his lip, the cold rage behind his eyes—and realized the old guy had finally decided to not give a single fuck what his partner thought.
But Caleb plainly reveled in Eugene’s announcements. “If you don’t want people to think you’re crazy, maybe don’t marry a felon whose brother is a notorious Boston gang leader,” Caleb piped in cheerfully.
Man, he was super cheerful. Yeah. He was definitely playing with his dick . . . assuming he can find it.
I chuckled and then laughed at the thought, drawing everyone’s attention to me.
Tiny Satan’s eyes narrowed. “Something funny?”
I scratched my jaw. “Actually, yeah.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” His hands came out of his pockets and he crossed his arms, arrogant weasel eyes pointed at me.