“What were you doing down at City Hall?”

“I asked Mrs.

Gable to pull the corporate charter for Holloway Holdings,” Caroline said.

Grant set the red pencil down on the wooden tabletop with a sharp click.

“You had no business digging through public land records, Caroline.”

“We took thirty-five hundred dollars out of our joint savings account to pay the corporate deposit,” Caroline said.

“My name is nowhere on the charter.”

Grant stood up from the dining table and walked across the rug, adjusting his platinum wristwatch as he stopped beside the sofa.