"I'd like to be friends, if you're up for it."
Gordon Hayworth relaxed his furrowed brow, forcibly steering the conversation elsewhere.
Elliot's emerald-green eyes darkened. This clown of a dad was definitely playing dumb—he'd already researched Gordon thoroughly.
A rising titan in business, with enough money to keep them both living lavishly. Best of all, Tracy wouldn't have to work herself ragged anymore—she could just enjoy being pampered.
Gordon dominated the corporate world. Razor-sharp mind. Staggering wealth. Looks that could melt marble. Zero scandals in years. Sure, he had an ego, but nothing deal-breaking. Full marks across the board.
Perfect for Tracy. Elliot almost lunged for an imaginary matchmaker's thread right then, ready to tie their fingers together.
Fine. Baby step
