been busy throwing as many legal roadblocks as he could find. That’s when he found out the man likely was a billionaire, and Hannah his only daughter. This marriage thing would have serious repercussion for Hannah. She could be disinherited and likely cut off from her father forever, given everything Trevor had managed to learn about the man in the last hour. Goodman hated to lose. And if Trevor pulled this off, he’d lose his daughter to Trevor.
If the man loved Hannah then he’d work with Trevor to see she got the best help available.
Stefan figured that help was Maddy. Trevor wasn’t going to argue. If Stefan could get them an hour of Dr. Maddy’s time, it could tell them so much, and if it didn’t then maybe Trevor was needed more than he thought. At the door, the guard straightened and threw an arm out across the doorway to stop him.
Trevor shot him a disgusted look and shoved his arm out of the way. And damn if there wasn’t an electrical shock as he connected. Shit. Trevor shot him a dirty look and caught Will’s smug grin.
Will was a man of power.
Did Hannah know? Did she even know what that meant?
He wanted to ask but figured this wasn’t the time. Besides, Hannah was eating, like seriously eating.
Again, like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. Yet he’d watched her polish off scones and muffins for breakfast. Now she was plowing into a bowl of soup and a sandwich. He stopped and waited for her to see him. He didn’t want to startle her, and if he had a chance he wanted to see if that same dark shadow showed up again on her face.
He’d been dealing with Stefan too long to not know something psychic was going on here. But was it to her benefit or detriment?
Her aura was still thin. Strong but such a narrow band that he couldn’t read it.
She was skinny and ate thousands of calories right now. Was this an unnaturally high metabolism or was something else going on?
“You can come in you know,” she said without raising her head. “I don’t bite.”
“I wonder if that sandwich would agree with you,” he murmured, approaching the bed. “It looks like you’re starving.”
She nodded. “I’m always starving. Started when I was a teen and it just keeps getting worse. Of course I’ve been tested for everything, but apparently no one knows what’s wrong.” She lifted the sandwich and took a big bite. Then eyed him. In a low voice she said, “I changed my mind about marrying you.”
He raised his eyebrows. Oh, interesting and dare he say – almost a relief. “Of course you have.” He sat down on the visitor’s chair. “And why is that?”
She nodded to Will standing at the doorway and lowered her voice to a whisper, “He’ll likely kill you, then I’ll just be a widow and still at my father’s mercy. Only now, a very angry father.”
Trevor blinked at the reality she’d laid out so calmly. “Really?”
She shrugged. “Given the circumstances it’s all too likely,” she said candidly. “Of course no one will know. I’ll be widowed today – and tomorrow he’ll bring up the issue that my husband’s unfortunate demise added to my ‘delicate’ sensibilities and speed my mental decline.’”
He sat back as the reality of the situation hit him. It would sound like that. No matter how many legal issues came up, her father could make a case for such a series of events.
“I guess I need to add a few pieces of paper to the stack we need to sign then,” he said calmly.
She frowned at him and took another bite. “What kind of papers?”
“Well, I have the marriage license but figured that to protect your assets we needed to sign a prenuptial agreement so I can’t legally take your money. And now you’re going to sign one that allows my law firm to defend you in the chance of my death or injury that stops me from being able to protect you from your family.”
“Can you do that?” she asked in a harsh whisper. She straightened, then glanced at Will and hunched down
If the man loved Hannah then he’d work with Trevor to see she got the best help available.
Stefan figured that help was Maddy. Trevor wasn’t going to argue. If Stefan could get them an hour of Dr. Maddy’s time, it could tell them so much, and if it didn’t then maybe Trevor was needed more than he thought. At the door, the guard straightened and threw an arm out across the doorway to stop him.
Trevor shot him a disgusted look and shoved his arm out of the way. And damn if there wasn’t an electrical shock as he connected. Shit. Trevor shot him a dirty look and caught Will’s smug grin.
Will was a man of power.
Did Hannah know? Did she even know what that meant?
He wanted to ask but figured this wasn’t the time. Besides, Hannah was eating, like seriously eating.
Again, like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. Yet he’d watched her polish off scones and muffins for breakfast. Now she was plowing into a bowl of soup and a sandwich. He stopped and waited for her to see him. He didn’t want to startle her, and if he had a chance he wanted to see if that same dark shadow showed up again on her face.
He’d been dealing with Stefan too long to not know something psychic was going on here. But was it to her benefit or detriment?
Her aura was still thin. Strong but such a narrow band that he couldn’t read it.
She was skinny and ate thousands of calories right now. Was this an unnaturally high metabolism or was something else going on?
“You can come in you know,” she said without raising her head. “I don’t bite.”
“I wonder if that sandwich would agree with you,” he murmured, approaching the bed. “It looks like you’re starving.”
She nodded. “I’m always starving. Started when I was a teen and it just keeps getting worse. Of course I’ve been tested for everything, but apparently no one knows what’s wrong.” She lifted the sandwich and took a big bite. Then eyed him. In a low voice she said, “I changed my mind about marrying you.”
He raised his eyebrows. Oh, interesting and dare he say – almost a relief. “Of course you have.” He sat down on the visitor’s chair. “And why is that?”
She nodded to Will standing at the doorway and lowered her voice to a whisper, “He’ll likely kill you, then I’ll just be a widow and still at my father’s mercy. Only now, a very angry father.”
Trevor blinked at the reality she’d laid out so calmly. “Really?”
She shrugged. “Given the circumstances it’s all too likely,” she said candidly. “Of course no one will know. I’ll be widowed today – and tomorrow he’ll bring up the issue that my husband’s unfortunate demise added to my ‘delicate’ sensibilities and speed my mental decline.’”
He sat back as the reality of the situation hit him. It would sound like that. No matter how many legal issues came up, her father could make a case for such a series of events.
“I guess I need to add a few pieces of paper to the stack we need to sign then,” he said calmly.
She frowned at him and took another bite. “What kind of papers?”
“Well, I have the marriage license but figured that to protect your assets we needed to sign a prenuptial agreement so I can’t legally take your money. And now you’re going to sign one that allows my law firm to defend you in the chance of my death or injury that stops me from being able to protect you from your family.”
“Can you do that?” she asked in a harsh whisper. She straightened, then glanced at Will and hunched down
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