His smirk stays as he holds my stare. And without looking down, he signs the bottom of the paper without even reading the prenup details, his name angling on a slant.
Bold of him, but I kind of like it.
He drops the pen on the table dramatically. “Is that all?”
“It should be all, unless somewhere down the line Glen Lucas has questions about our marriage, at which point we’ll have to meet up to provide proof that we’re still married. A couple of pictures of us together or something like that. But I don’t foresee that happening.”
His brows deepen into a V. “Who’s Glen Lucas?”
“The man who set up the trust and is paying out the inheritance. Any other questions?” I quickly say, hoping to move on from that.
“Wait. He’s not dead?”
“No, it’s a living trust.”
“If he’s alive he’s going to find out that we just did this for the money.”
“I’ve never spoken to him in my life. He won’t find out.” I brush my hair back. “Any other questions?”
“Yes, I have a few.” Casually, he leans back against the booth, folding his arms over his chest.
I shift in my seat, nervous about what he might want to know.
“What’s your blood type?”
“My blood type?” I huff. “That’s not relevant.”
“It might be.”
“It’s not.”
“I think a guy should know whether or not his future wife is a mosquito magnet.”
Irritation flashes across my expression.
“I’m joking.” He smiles. “I really just want to know why you’re doing this.”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Yeah, Sam told me you don’t get your inheritance from your dad, who I’m assuming is Glen Lucas, the grantor…” He pauses long enough for me to nod then continues his thought. “Unless you get married and stay married, but why now? Why not wait to get married until you find someone you really love? You’re young and pretty. I’m sure there are plenty of guys interested.”
I lean back, matching his pose. I don’t need to justifyallmy reasons, but I can give him a little. “I need the money to pay for law school.”
“How much are you getting out of this arrangement? I bet it’s way more than what law school costs.”
“Not that it’s any of your business but?—”
“I am marrying you, so it might be a little of my business. You know, in case of future mosquito abatement costs, depending on your blood type.” He flashes a big smile, proud of his comeback.
“But,” I continue with an edge of annoyance in my tone, “I’m also helping to pay for my mom and little sister to live.” Not to mention the fact that I don’t have health insurance and just found out I have type 1 diabetes. It’s raining medical bills at my house, but I’ll spare him the details.
“If this inheritance is coming from your dad, why can’t he pay for them to live? And for your schooling, for that matter?”
Because he’s not really adad.
Glen Lucas is a man who had an affair with my mother, his office cleaning lady. And as soon as he found out she was pregnant, he dropped her and kept his reputation and his real family.
The worst part is that my mom signed a settlement agreement for a lesser amount of his money, not realizing thatmonthly child support would’ve equaled out to a bigger payout in the long run.
