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“Either that or for some reason you don’t want to talk to me.”

“No. It’s not that at all.” I help myself to the chair in front of his desk. “I just don’t think a prenup is the best course of action at this point. In fact, I’d advise against one.”

“Really?” What a load of shit.

“Really. Nothing puts tension in a new relationship like thinking your spouse already doesn’t trust you.”

“Huh. That goes against everything I have ever been told by legal counsel.”

He shrugs in response.

“And here I thought you were avoiding me in regards to Gran’s will, but rather you’re avoiding me asking you to write up a prenup that would exclude your nephew from taking me to the cleaners.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” He grimaces.

“Fine. Maybe I am. In that case, let’s talk about Gran.” I fold my hands in my lap like a priss who’s about to get down to business. “Or rather, let’s talk about Gran’s will.”

“What about it?”

“I’d like to see her original signature on the addendum pertaining to my portion of the inheritance. The one adding the two-year stipulation for me.”

“It was signed electronically under her Miriam LLC for confidentiality. I’d be happy to provide the signature custody chain to you. We signed it right here in our office. The IP address on the custody chain will reflect that.”

“Please do, but … Gran was anti-electronic anything. She would have signed it with a pen as she’s always done. She was old-school.”

He goes to say something and stops. “Yes, well, this time around she had to sign it electronically.”

“That doesn’t sound like her.”

He straightens the corners on another stack of folders. “Well, that’s what happened.”

“Why do my questions make you nervous, Henry?”

“They don’t.” Another adjustment of his glasses.

“Huh. Because it would have been highly unethical for you to e-sign the addendum to the will for Gran. In fact, it would make it null and void. What I can’t wrap my head around is—what exactly was in it for you to sign that contract for her?”

“I did no such thing.” He rolls his eyes and waves a hand my way. “You’re letting all this wedding business mess with your head. The question is, why are you asking me to go around your grandmother’s wishes? Why are you having Chad ask and push me to break the law for you?”

It’s my turn to clench my jaw and stare at him.

“Because that is what you’re asking, right? To invalidate your Gran’s wishes which in turn would mean that I risk losing my license to practice?” He adjusts his glasses again. “Now, if I wouldn’t do that, why do you think that I’d falsify Eleanor’s signature?”

“I don’t know. You tell me, because something isn’t sitting right with me,” I challenge.

He chuckles and it drips with the same condescension every other male in this town’s does. “Miss Rothschild, grief can be a strong emotion. It can make you act out and say inaccurate things that are based solely on emotion. While I appreciate you stopping by, your accusations are unfounded and, frankly, bullshit. Unless you find paperwork proving otherwise, your gran’s will and addendum stand as they are.”

“Of course they do.”

THIRTY-SIX

Holden

“Thoughts?” Rowan asks, her fingers twirling in my hair as I rest my head on her chest and listen to her heart.

“If you’re looking for complaints, there are none. Your person did their job to the best of their ability.” I trace a finger over the top of her bare pussy. “Not a hair to be found. Anywhere. And I truly did a thorough inspection.”

She groans and if I hadn’t just come, the sound would have me already hard again. “I’ll make sure to let her know you approve.”