It was sadness. Melancholy. It was the sense of loneliness I hadn’t been able to shake.

At least, until Emmersyn fell into my life.

“So are you going to call her?”

Talking to my ex-wife the night before I married someone else felt cold, even for me, because I knew like that phone call Ava gave me, it’d hurt her. Even if she was happy with someone else.

“I don’t know. If I do…”

“You might not go through with this. You don’t have to, you know. There has to be some other way for Emmersyn to get her inheritance.”

“Nope.” In addition to wedding planning, and still unable to get a hold of Glen, thanks to that snake Lincoln, I’d called my own contract attorney. Emmersyn sent him a copy of the will and testament of her grandparents and it was pretty clear.

Upon their death, or the age of twenty-one, she would receive eight grand a month for living expenses. Upon turning twenty-five, that would increase to ten thousand a month.

Upon marriage, she would receive a lump sum of eight figures, and that same figure to be paid out every year after the marriage lasted five years. Should the marriage end early, but not before one year, that figure dropped to a measly three million dollars a year. If the marriage ended prior to a year, the lump sum was all she received and the rest was to be donated to charities of their choosing.

Granted, that amount was vastly higher than most normal people, but Emmersyn wasn’t normal, hadn’t grown up with it. Besides, she deserved that money.

Of course, she’d also received the house she already sold. She had to have a pretty decent nest egg invested and in savings which was being held by that asshole financial advisor and taken from her joint account with Lincoln.

My lawyer was going to work on that as well, already getting in contact with lawyers he knew in the New England area to help her out.

But that meant for now, until she had her money in her own capable hands, she didn’t have much. At least, not for her.

But she had plans for that money. Ideas, businesses she wanted to invest in and non-profits she wanted to start.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter.” I shoved to my feet and returned to the business of stripping out of my gear. “I already committed. It’s done, and I’ll be fine.”

“Vegas weddings sometimes work out,” Joey replied.

He’d know since he got married one night to Garrett’s sister, Gabby and didn’t remember a thing the next day.

“It’s not like that,” I told him.

And it’d do me a world of good to keep remembering it.

“See you tomorrow.” I slapped Alix’s shoulder when we reached our doors. We’d both been quiet on the drive home, him leaving me to my thoughts, I figured.

“Tomorrow will be good. The game and after.”

“I know.”

He opened his door while I punched in my code. “She is nice, though. And very pretty.”