His so-dependable father had sold their own. “Bloody idiot,” Aiden said with disgust, cupping his hands behind his head. He hadn’t been so tired in a long time, but he felt a great deal better than he had a month before. Serafina’s money had seen to all his financial problems, as much energy as it had taken to clear them. He’d spent virtually every waking hour of the last month dashing around London and Southampton, doling out huge sums to various creditors, charming bankers, hauling around letters of credit. He’d managed to regroup the fleet of ships, many of which had fallen into disrepair and been consigned to dry dock. He’d arranged for cargo and more people to be paid, even more to be hired since so many had been laid off. But the task was done, the company back up and running, ships sailing all over the world again. And all of this thanks to his wife, the wife he hadn’t wanted in the first place.
