A stack of papers landed on his desk with a flap. Della stood in front of him with her arms folded. “Custody papers,” she said with a nod. “The girls live with me. You"ll get visitation rights. That"s my final offer.”
flap.Tilting his head back, Harry stared into her eyes. He squinted. “You just don"t know when to quit,” he said, shaking his head. “Della, you"ve got a history of negligence and substance a***e. No judge in the world would give you custody.”
The smile she offered was enough to freeze his blood cold. What was the woman planning now? “You expect me to give up?” she asked, raising a golden eyebrow. “Oh, Harry dear, if our marriage is any indication of what I should expect, you"ll be begging to settle after two weeks.”
Harry frowned, a flush burning through his face. He close
