“I never said it was.”

“You’ve asked three times about borrowing against it.”

“That would be responsible financial management.”

“For whom?”

He checked the gold watch on his wrist.

A nervous habit that had become constant lately.

“You’re my wife.”

“Yes.”

“And I’m your husband.”

“Yes.”

“So why is every important financial decision in this marriage controlled by a dead man and Phoebe Cole?”

Phoebe had been my grandfather’s attorney.

Now she served as independent co-trustee of the estate.

That detail mattered.