Julia’s gaze met mine. “I don’t understand what you get out of this prenuptial agreement. Without one, wouldn’t the stocks be ours?”
“Yes, but the sale from you to me makes them untouchable. The court can only seize the value I paid.”
“What are you going to pay?” she asked.
Walking to the bedside stand, I found my loose change and walked back, handing Julia a quarter. “Let the court take it.”
“Won’t that affect the true value?”
“Not if the lawyers work their magic.”
“Still, what do you get?”
I reached for her hands and pulled her knuckles to my lips. “You.”
Julia
After our shower, I followed Van down to his office. The document he handed me was multiple pages long.
“I’ll get you some coffee while you read,” he said.
“I really don’t want to spend my wedding morning reading a prenuptial agreement.”
“You could have the Wade legal team look it over, but they don’t have much time.”
Before I could respond, Van looked down at his phone, reading a text. Instead of his frown, a smile spread across his face.
“Good news?”
“If I could give you anything for our wedding,” he asked, “what would it be?”
“Not this,” I said, setting the papers on his desk.
“You don’t have to sign it.”
“What happens then?”
“Our property becomes joint, all of it. We take our chances with the pending case involving your grandfather’s will and we do our damnedest to make Wade succeed.”
“If the court decides there was something illegal with Grandfather’s will?”
“They could seize whatever assets are still in your family’s name. They could even look to collect losses over the last ten years, sending your parents into arrears.”
Reaching for a pen, I turned to the last page and scribbled my name on the line. “There. It’s done. It’s the last time I’ll sign that name.”
Van’s grin blossomed. “Mrs. Sherman.”
“I like it. It has a ring to it.”
“Now, that present is waiting.”
I settled into one of the chairs across from his desk. “How about coffee and the present can wait?”
He tilted his head, looking all clean-shaven and sexy with gym shorts and a t-shirt. “Okay, but your present will probably get cold.”
“What?” I jumped from the chair, wearing my robe and slippers. “What present would get cold?”
“The one waiting outside with Albert.”