I lightly tap her head. "I gave you a lot of material on our honeymoon, didn't I?"
She laughs again. "Maybe."
I kiss her again. "Okay, pet, I have to go. Have a good day."
"All right, you too."
I leave the house and call the attorney I use for personal matters. It's another contact Hugh doesn't know about.
Marco booms, "Riggs!"
"I don't have a lot of time to chat, but I need a sexual harassment clause added to Blakely's contract. The one that's with Noah," I relay.
"Okay. Has he done something?" Marco questions.
I keep it vague, replying, "Not yet, but I won't put it past him."
"All right. When do you need it by?"
"The next thirty minutes would be great."
He groans. "Jesus, Riggs."
"Can you not get it done?" I push.
"I'll get it done. Check your email in a bit."
"Thanks." I hang up and dial Noah.
He answers, "Riggs. I hope you have good news for me. I've been waiting."
I assert, "We have some things to discuss."
"What now? I thought we got all the details worked out?" he questions.
"There's one quick thing that we have to discuss. It shouldn't be a big deal. If you agree, Blakely is willing to sign with you," I inform him.
"Great. I'll be at the diner on 45th and 8th. Can you meet me in an hour?" he asks.
I internally groan. It's going to take me the entire hour to get through traffic. But I state, "See you then."
I fight through the smog and rush hour traffic and arrive at the popular breakfast spot. Noah's in the back corner, sitting in a booth.
I slide in across from him.
He sticks his hand out. "Riggs."
I take it, squeeze it hard, and shake it. "Noah."
He pins his eyebrows together. "What's going on?"
I announce, "Let's put it this way. We both know my wife's probably the most beautiful woman you're ever going to lay eyes on."
His eyes widen. "Your wife?"
"Yeah, my wife," I firmly state.
He stutters. "O-oh. Congratulations. When did this happen?"