Eric Winters leaned back in his seat at the kitchen table. Sean almost never saw him for breakfast; usually he was working out while Eric ate, and then Eric went into the office while Sean cleaned up and got ready. Their morning routines rarely crossed.
Unless one of them made a special exception, like Sean had this morning.
“Explain your reasoning,” Eric said. He scooped another forkful of eggs into his mouth.
Sean kept his back straight in the chair across from him, hands folded neatly on the table. “I don’t want to earn my freedom from the conservatorship because I used someone else. Isaac suffered because of what I did, and my freedom shouldn’t mean his pain. The deal’s off.”
Eric lowered his fork. “The damage is already done. What good does calling off our deal now accomplish?”