Boone was always working.
And since Holly had lived at Windsor Ranch, I’d noticed that Holly worked just as much.
She was great at her job. Boone had done a good job in hiring her.
“Should I just feed him?” DeeDee asked.
“Go for it.” I shrugged.
I didn’t have much patience today.
In fact, I was pretty damn low on it, and I was trying not to take it out on anyone that crossed my path, including my kids.
I was angry as a hornet.
When I’d walked out of this house this morning, the same man from the other day had been waiting there with another manila envelope.
Only, this time that man wasn’t holding papers for Holly—which I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about—but for me.
Two sets, actually.
“You’re Sinclair Windsor?” he’d asked.
I’d nodded.
“You’ve been served.” He’d paused. “Twice.”
Speaking of the papers…
I took the papers from the counter and slipped the first set out of the manila envelope.
I sighed the moment that I understood what I was seeing.
Juliana was suing me for full custody, as well as spousal support.
I tucked that set underneath my arm and then went to the second set.
One of the council members was suing me.
How surprising.
Why couldn’t the ex-council member and I just settle this with fists like normal people?
Juliana, on the other hand…
I called my lawyer and relayed the exciting news.
She promised to deal with both, and I hung up.
Catalina was watching me with curious eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”
I thought about not telling her, then decided she deserved to know.
I told her about both, and she shook her head in disbelief.
“We’re all old enough now to tell her where we want to live,” Catalina pointed out. “She’s delusional if she thinks we’ll go with her. As it is now, we’re only there on the weekends sometimes. And we never stay the night. She doesn’t even have room for all of us at the same time. Oh, and when we’re there, we have to sleep on air mattresses in the spare room. She has no furniture in there.”
She’d told me that before, but it would be an interesting tidbit for the lawyer to know.