Chapter 15
“You want to sell the company?” His mother set down her fork on the side of her plate with a disturbing calm. No, make it terrifying. He would have preferred she slam the cutlery down, shattered the china. Hell, threw the fork at him. Her gaze glinted, dangerous. Predatory. Saffie appeared aware of it, too. Rich admired her serenity as she took time putting her knife and fork aside, patting at her lips with a napkin. She reached for a glass and drank water.
“It is one option, Mother.”
“And this is the first time you mention it? I mean, I don’t assume the two of you both dreamed this up today.” Her gaze flittered back and forth between Rich and Saffie. “I take it the two of you talked.”
“Not us two.” Rich forced words out through the thickness in his throat. “I’ve spoken to o
