Lucien POV
The golf outing this morning was exactly what I expected—tedious business talk disguised as recreation. But the clubhouse afterward? That was something else entirely.
“Here’s to another successful retreat,” Rowan raised his glass. “And to the wives who make us look good.”
Laughter rippled through the group. I nursed my scotch and said nothing.
“Speaking of wives,” Oliver Grant leaned back in his leather chair. “Anyone else find these retreats useful for… perspective?”
“How so?” someone asked.
“Reminds you why you married them in the first place.” Oliver grinned. “Mine looked damn good in that sundress this morning. Worth every penny of the prenup.”
More laughter. I gripped my glass tighter.
James Worthington swirled his bourbon. “The key is separate bedrooms. Trust me. T
