These two were about to have a mega-catfight if I didn’t regain control of this meeting. Roy remained silent, but that didn’t surprise me. He was known to be quiet. Riley, however, looked distant, as though she were somewhere else entirely.

I cleared my throat. “These were Mr. Wolfe’s wishes. I have all the notes in my office, and I recorded all of our meetings.”

“We’ll just contest it,” Connie said. “Reid has been Derek’s right-hand man for years. None of this makes any sense.”

Right. That viper wasn’t concerned about Reid at all. Her gravy train had ended with Derek’s death, and she was far from happy about it.

“You may certainly contest the will, Mrs. Wolfe,” I said, “but you’ll be wasting your time and money. Your ex-husband made his wishes very clear.”

Constance Wolfe darted her gaze to her oldest son, who was staring at me wide-eyed. “Rock, don’t you have anything to say about all of this?”

“Why should I?” he asked.

Connie shook her head and scoffed. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“That’s a good thing, from where I’m sitting,” Rock said, smiling. “Why the hell is everyone staring at me?”

“Uh…because our father just mandated that you become CEO of Wolfe Enterprises,” Reid said.

Rock cocked his head, one eyebrow rising. “Excuse me?”

“Christ, Rock, haven’t you been listening?”

“Of course I haven’t been listening. Do you think I give a rat’s ass what the bastard put in his will? He only mandated that I be here so that he could rub my nose in the fact that I was getting nothing. What he didn’t count on was me not giving a flying fuck.”

“Rock,” Roy said softly. “Dad just put the fate of our birthright in your hands.”

Ten minutes later, I found myself in my office with a rabid Rock Wolfe.

“I’m out of here,” he’d said, standing and heading toward the door.

Charlie had looked at me with pleading eyes, so I’d turned to the family. “I’ll take care of this.” Then I’d headed out the door after Rock.

Somehow I’d convinced him to follow me to my office.

“What?” He looked at me irately.

“Were you truly not listening to anything I said in there?”

“Honestly? No. I was imagining the two of us fucking.”

Warmth spread to my cheeks, and my pulse thumped, despite myself. A torpedo shot between my legs.

I cleared my throat. “I’d like to keep our relationship professional, please, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Sure, we can keep it professional. You asked if I was listening. I told you what I was doing instead of listening. Nothing unprofessional there.”

Best to ignore him. Rock Wolfe was trouble. Trouble I didn’t need in my life at the moment.

I cleared my throat again. Time to cut to the chase.

“Mr. Wolfe—”