Leaning back in his office chair, he pressed the pads of two fingers over his eyelids and rubbed the sting of exhaustion away. He hadn't slept since arriving home from Hawaii, and didn't think he would be sleeping any time soon. Not after that phone call. His situation was as bad as he thought. Without a pre-nuptial agreement, Kate could fight him and take a good portion of everything he owned. It was what she might do with his stake in the family business that bothered him more than anything. It could upset an already fragile system, and his father—Chayton didn't want to think about what his father would do when he found out. Skin him alive, for starters. The waiting for Kate and Anton to contact him—or for their lawyers to contact his—was unpleasant to say the least. He wouldn't know exactly what they were going to try to leverage out of him until then. Kate. He remembered the allure of her mouth, the fiery response to him in bed.
