I shook my head. I couldn’t even comprehend the amount of money in the Wolfe coffers. When you got into billions, did numbers even matter anymore?

Damn.

My phone buzzed.

“Charlie Waters,” I said into my Bluetooth.

“Charlie, hello.”

Blaine Foster. I could tell by his voice, of course, but more so how he said “hello.” It came out more like “hell-oo.”

“Blaine, what can I do for you?”

“Just checking in. How’s the new job?”

“It’s good, thank you.”

“And Lacey?”

“She’s fine. Doing well.”

“It’s not every day a lawyer becomes personal counsel to the CEO of a billion-dollar enterprise. And so quickly too.”

“You know as well as I do how she got the position, Blaine.”

“True. I always thought highly of Lacey. Smart as a whip, that one.”

“Yes, she is.”

“Or was, anyway.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She married a man she’s known for less than a month.”

“They fell in love. And why the hell am I explaining this to you?”

“You certainly don’t owe me any explanation.”

“You’re right about that. Thank you for calling, Blaine, and checking in. I’m doing great.”

“How about lunch today?”

Seriously? We were so over. “I don’t think so.”

“Reconsider.”

“Uh…no, I won’t reconsider. Goodbye, Blaine.”

“Charlie—”

“What? What is it? I’m knee deep into planning a billionaire’s memorial service. I don’t have time to argue with you.”

“Reconsider. I have information you might need.”

Blaine Foster was still a silver fox with abs that could kill. Not that I could see them past his Armani elegance, but I knew what lay beneath that cotton button-down and wifebeater. The man was in his late fifties, but damn, his abs could cut ice.

He ordered for both of us, which irked me. It hadn’t bothered me when we were dating, but now? I found it patronizing. Roy never did that.

Wait. I’d never actually been out on a date with Roy. I had no idea whether he’d order for me.

Big lightbulb moment.

Blaine was one of the middle-aged professional men who had a first wife and first kids. I’d seen it before, while working at the firm. A man married young, right out of law school, and had children. Then he became successful and began catching the eyes of younger ladies.

Yeah, I’d fallen into that trap. I hadn’t caused his divorce, but I was certain someone in my age bracket had.

The man would then divorce first wife when first kids were in high school, marry second wife, have a vasectomy reversal, and start second family.

It was kind of sickening.

Of course first wife would ride the alimony pony and get child support until first kids turned eighteen. Maybe longer, if Dad was willing to pay for their college.