I looked up, wiping my mouth. "What is it?"
They exchanged a glance before Dad spoke. "It's like this... Your mother and I agree that Jackson Sharp is trash. The divorce is set in stone. But you're going to be managing a massive company in the future. Without someone by your side to support you, you'll be exhausted."
He paused, gauging my reaction. "It just so happens that your Uncle Blake's son is returning to the country tomorrow. We plan to let you two meet. If it's suitable, you can try getting along. Of course, if you don't agree..."
My father, a man who made business titans tremble in fear, looked at me cautiously, terrified of upsetting me.
I didn't hesitate. "Sure. I'll meet him."
Jackson Sharp had drained me physically and mentally.
But one rotten man wasn't enough to destroy my desire for love or a true partnership.
As I said at the beginning, I have the capital to start over.
However, thinking about Uncle Blake's son gave me pause. When we were little, our families were neighbors and very close. I saw him often. But back then, I was a little tyrant—the neighborhood bully.
And the Delgado boy was my favorite target.