Quinlan: Foster’s Pride – Lion Shapeshifter Romance (Foster's Pride Book 3), Kathi Barton [management books to read TXT] 📗

with the house you shared with Mark, along with the accounts he has concerning the business. As Cass said, you can hire someone to take care of that if you wish.” Quin glanced at Rogue. Lily was still looking poleaxed, which he didn’t blame her for, but she needed to be shaken out of it before she had to make an appearance before the judge. “The money you wanted to be set up in your children’s names has been finalized as of this morning.”

“Lily, what’s the matter?” She looked at her sister, then at him. He had a feeling she’d not only not been paying attention to him but that she’d not been paying attention since she’d arrived a couple of hours ago. “Lily, we’ve been talking about your money and what needs to be done now.”

“I know I have a lot of it. Millions and millions. But right now, I’m having trouble getting around the fact that Missy thought I was stupid.” Rogue snorted. “Well, she said it several times to me. I think that wasn’t anything I missed.”

“No, you didn’t miss anything. However, what you are missing is the fact that you’re not in jail and that woman is.” This time Lily snorted. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you do that before. Are you perhaps taking on a new life?”

“No. I’m thinking that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me. She’s in jail, and I’m not. She should have been there from the very beginning.”

Quin leaned back in his chair and watched the two of them. He’d seen them fighting before. It was epic how they would resort to name-calling, then hug and sob, telling each other how sorry they were. He and his brothers would fight with fists and teeth. These two were so civilized it was almost boring to watch.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with all this money?” Lily continued. “Not to mention, I think I was told I have three houses, as well as a boat someplace, and some kind of winter home. What the hell is a winter home? And why on earth would someone want to go to a house in the winter months when it’s flipping cold?”

“First of all, you have a boat in Florida. I told you that.” Lily growled, and Quin had to hold his laughter. “Secondly, you have a winter home, where it is warmer than here, and you go stay so you can keep up with your tan.”

“I don’t tan, and you well know it.” Rogue said she was missing the point. “No. I’m not. I’m flipping overwhelmed, and I—”

“Fucking. Say it, Lily. You’re fucking overwhelmed, and it’s getting to you. You might feel a good deal better if you were to say the word once in a while. Or better yet, get fucked. Getting laid might loosen you up a little bit.”

Quin left the two of them before they turned their anger on him. Not that he would have minded so much Rogue being upset with him. But Lily would sob how sorry she was and hug and hold him, and she’d felt terrible. He would end up feeling worse than she did, and he’d only been an innocent bystander.

“I was just going to go and talk to you, but I heard the girls in there talking.” Roger asked him if he had a few minutes. “I have some things I’d like to talk to you about. None of it is earth-shattering, but I do need to talk to you.”

“Absolutely. Anytime, you know that.” Roger nodded. “I’m betting it has a little to do with the money that was put into your account this morning. I want you to know that had it been me, I’d have maxed out the account and given you access to more should you have needed it.”

“I don’t need what is in there now.” Offering Roger a glass of tea, he poured himself some as well. “That’s a great deal of money. And while I’m aware that my daughters are wealthy, that doesn’t mean they had to share with me.”

“Yes, it does.” Roger asked him why. “Lots of reasons come to mind, but I’ll tell you the one that Lily and Rogue said to me. You’re going to be living for a very long time, and neither one of them wants you to ever be unable to take the children anywhere you want because of lack of funds or lack of time. This way, you can go and come with them as you please and not have to work around a schedule that might hold you back from enjoying them.”

“Still, that’s a great deal of scheduling.” Quin asked him if he’d had a good time at the park with them. He didn’t really need to answer him. It was written all over his face. “Oh, you have no idea. It was like a dream come true for me. I didn’t worry about money. I didn’t worry about the food we ate. It was such a wonderful trip that next year, I’m going to purchase a membership.” Roger sat there for a few seconds. “I get it now. I mean, just like that, it was as clear as day what you were telling me. Thanks.”

“My pleasure. But I’m glad I can talk to you. I wanted to ask you about your housing. I would love for you two to live here for the rest of your lives, but I do understand that you’d like some space of your own. I think you also mentioned you’d like to put in a little garden, as well as have enough room for your grandkids to come and stay with you.” He said the bedrooms were a must, but the garden was open. “I’m glad to hear that. There is a large piece of property at the end of my mother’s land that she would like to gift to you. She said she’s going to give it to you anyway, so