“I’m glad you had it then. Talk to you later, dude.”

“Speak soon.”

I terminate the call and stare at my phone for a moment. There’s another call I have to make first—one that I should have made last night when alarm bells began to ring.

Dialling Mindy, I take a deep breath. I’ve never had any reason to get angry with her before, but her personal relationship with Mac is about to make our working relationship very difficult.

“Hey, boss,” she says when she answers. She’s so cheery, which just makes this more difficult.

“Hi. I have some questions around Delaney’s plane tickets. I gave instructions that she was to fly at least business class.”

She laughs nervously. “Mac told me to book economy.”

“Who pays your wages?”

“You do.”

“Did you not think that maybe you should have done what I asked you to do? I know you’re Mac’s sister-in-law, but I’m your boss.”

There’s silence for a moment. “I just thought—”

“My personal life has nothing to do with Mac. It’s none of his business. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“If Delaney’s ticket is economy for the trip home, I want it upgraded. And I want the updated ticket sent to me.”

“I’ll do it now.” She sounds stunned, but I wonder now how often I asked for things to be done only for them to be run past Mac. How many commitments have I missed when I’ve promised people things? What else don’t I know?

I end the call with her, and flick through my contacts. The next call will be to my lawyer, and then I’ll probably give Sara a call.

Last, but definitely far from least, I’ll confront Mac.

* * *

I start with the wing of the house that Mac’s sleeping in. He arrived here not long after I did to catch up and go over upcoming opportunities while I had some downtime. There’s no sign of him inside.

I find him out the back, sitting by the pool and finishing up a meal.

“Josh. Good meeting yesterday?”

I nod. “Yeah. Hey, Mac. Did you fly first class out here?” I ask as I take a seat.

He nods. “Might have been business class. I’m not completely sure. Why do you ask?”

“What about Delaney?”

His eyebrows rise. “I’m not sure. Whatever Mindy booked.”

“Mindy booked what you told her to book.” I pause. “When you offered to pick Delaney up from the airport, I thought you were helping me out. Is she really that much of a threat to you?”

Understanding crosses his expression. “I just wanted to make sure she was loyal. You don’t even know for sure that the kid is yours.”

“Amelia’s mine.”

“You haven’t had a DNA test done. Are you really going to take that risk?”