“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.

“The slip had your corporate accounting code on it, Patrick.”

He came over to the island and bent across the granite until his face was inches from mine.

“Listen to me very closely, Serena,” he said, his voice falling to a harsh whisper.

“You were a penniless orphan when I met you, so don’t you question how I handle our money.”

“I’m not signing your paper.”