The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife (Mackenna and Alessandro) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Mackenna tried to focus on the work in front of her, but she was irritated. Her lawyer had called her this morning. Her soon-to-be ex-husband was being a pain in the backside.

Regardless of the fact she had not asked for one penny of alimony and not one dime towards her legal costs, Alessandro was contesting the divorce. Her lawyer had not only refused to divulge her current address, citing client-attorney confidence and she requested a petition from the court to keep it out of Alessandro‘s hands. She had advised her client was in the United States, she was employed and had provided her tax assessment information as the

evidence.

Since the night she‘d run out of the hotel, he‘d been a man possessed. After reading the signed testimonies of her grandparents, their neighbors, Mackenna‘s lawyer and her family and her law clerks, concerning his actions and his constant pestering for her location, the judge had signed the petition to keep her personal information confidential.

He had become enraged and had called the judge at home and demanded she recant the restriction. The judge had not only refused but had told him if he continued in the manner he

was, she would have him thrown in jail with charges, among other things of stalking. Then on the day her lawyer had tried to have him sign the papers Alessandro had

apparently walked out the meeting after instructing her attorney to call her client back home

because they would be in court for a long time. He was not going down without a fight. ―Mac,‖ Savannah poked her head into the office. ―I need food. Do you want to come with

me?‖

Savannah was almost finished her internship at the trauma center of the clinic where they

against the door as if completely exhausted.

Mackenna looked at her with a sad smile. ―Yeah, I could use some food.‖ She glanced at her watch. ―I can‘t believe you‘re still here.‖

―Oh well one of the other intern‘s kid brought home the flu bug from school. He‘s been puking for hours now. I stayed on to cover his shift.‖ She pushed off the door as Mackenna moved to lock it behind them. ―How come you look so upset?‖

―How much do you think it would cost to hire a hit man?‖ Mackenna glowered as she was reminded again of Alessandro‘s foolishness. ―Camille called. He‘s still contesting the divorce. He has requested a meeting with our lawyers present but Camille told him I‘d returned to the States. Then my grandmother called to say he showed up and essentially threatened to make

friends from middle school here in the States who said he‘d called her house at four in the morning to see if I‘d been in contact with her. She flipped out at him because she has an infant she‘d just settled down to sleep and told him even if it was a matter of life and death, she wouldn‘t tell him where I was because obviously, he‘s a nut calling

―Italy would be what, six hours ahead?‖ Savannah grimaced. ―I think if someone called my house at four in the morning for something so asinine, I‘d strangle him through the phone.‖ She gave a sad smile. ―And I don't think you can afford a hit man.‖

Mackenna rolled her eyes as they moved into the tiny eatery and took a place in line. She grabbed a tray and smiled at the hair-net sporting woman behind the food bar. ―Just the vegetable soup please.‖ She turned to Savannah. ―What I really want is a loaf of bread, a hunk of cheese and bottle of wine, to drown my bloody misery but I‘ll stick to my diet, and I‘ll eat the soup.‖

Savannah laughed at her, ―tell you what, you have the soup now and tonight, we'll splurge and go out for dinner. I can‘t believe you put on seven pounds in three days in Italy.‖

―My Nonna made my favorites every blasted day.‖ She groaned and rubbed her tummy appreciatively, her blue eyes glistening with the memory. ―Homemade breads and fresh pastas. It was heaven but it‘s taken me the last three weeks to lose five of those seven pounds. It all went to my rear end too. Having an office job is not conducive to anything other

than a big bottom.‖

―Well, I can promise you, Derrick was seriously enjoying watching those extra pounds every time you climbed the stairs ahead of him.‖ Savannah teased; her green eyes enhanced by her green scrubs. She groaned as she twisted her long blonde hair up over her head in a knot so it wouldn‘t fall into her soup.

Mackenna laughed at her comment. ―I might admit to putting a little extra wiggle in my step. He‘s a cutie.‖ She was forcing herself to forget her horrible night with Alessandro. She had to focus on starting a new life. It was imperative to her mental wellbeing.

―That he is.‖ Savannah grinned slyly. ―I may have accidentally on purpose told him this morning you flew to Italy to start your divorce proceedings. He said he‘s going to ask you out.‖

―Really?‖ Mackenna blushed. ―I wish you wouldn‘t do stuff like this. It makes me seem desperate. He probably thinks I told you to tell him or something.‖

―He knows you wouldn‘t do that. He knows you‘re a classy dame,‖ Savannah kicked her feet up onto an empty chair and took a long drink of her scalding hot coffee before setting it on

Mackenna laughed at the stretched-out position Savannah had assumed, holding her soup bowl over her chest, and drinking right from the dish. ―Yeah, classy. It‘s the company

keep.‖

Savannah belched into her palm and then grinned. ―I‘m a doctor. I don‘t have to be classy.

My lovers want me just because I have an M.D after my name.‖

Mackenna couldn‘t help it and laughed aloud at the words her friend spoke. ―Yeah, and the fact you‘re a former beauty pageant winner doesn‘t hurt either.‖

―Hey, pageants helped me get tuition money and I'm still grateful for my foster mother for pushing me into it. I still say instead of dancing, I should have been allowed to belch the alphabet for my talent.‖ Savannah‘s smile grew tenfold as she looked past Mackenna‘s

shoulder. ―Here comes Doctor Derrick 'Sexy-ass‘ Portman now. Mm, mm,‖ she licked her lips as the man got closer. ―He is a sweet piece of cherry pie, isn't he?‖

―Would you shut up?‖ Mackenna hissed as she sunk into her seat and covered her flaming

cheeks with her hands. ―If there is a God, he'll call me home now.‖