He nods. "Of course."

I glance behind me to ensure she's still unable to hear, then inquire, "And I'm protected?"

"Stop asking dumb questions," he demands.

I pat him on the back and go to the table. I sit down and take in Georgia's apartment.

Unlike the rest of the building, everything looks fresh and spruced up. The appliances, counter, and fixtures are outdated, but the paint looks new. A rustic vibe makes it feel homey, and bright fake flowers add a bit of cheer.

It's so her.

It's the opposite of my sleek, modern penthouse, but I like how she's made the drab place feel warm and cozy.

Huck puts his briefcase on the table, then pulls out a set of paperwork and several pens. He asks, "Do you want to look through it?"

I snort. "That's what I pay you for. Remember the big bucks?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he grumbles.

Georgia comes bouncing out of her bedroom, dragging the suitcase and overnight bag. I get up and pull the chair next to mine out. She sits, and Huck pushes the paperwork toward her.

He asks, "Would you like me to review this with you, Ms. Peach?"

She straightens her shoulders and picks up the paperwork. "Let me read it first."

The prenup isn't as long as the other's Huck wrote for me, but it feels that way. Georgia reads every single detail.

Halfway through it, I question, "Didn't you review it last night?"

"Yes, but I'm making sure it's the same one," she admits.

"Do you think I'm going to screw you over?" My chest tightens, which surprises me. I never feel guilty about getting what I want. And it would be negligent to give her a million dollars for doing barely anything. The hundred thousand she'll end up with is more than fair.

She scoffs. "I don't put it past you, Sebastian. And didn't you learn in school that you're supposed to read contracts before you sign anything?"

"That's what I have my attorney for," I reply.

She smirks. "Yeah, your attorney. Not mine. No offense, Mr. Peterson."

He chuckles. "No offense taken, but I assure you it's the last revised version I sent you via email."

She gives him a big smile, lacing her voice with honey, asserting, "Then you won't mind if I continue to read it over so I'm comfortable signing?"

He shakes his head. "No, ma'am. I'm here to answer any questions you have as well."

"Great. Thank you." She returns to reading the paperwork.

I sit back in my seat, tapping my hands on my thighs, getting more nervous the longer she takes to read.

She finishes and reaches for the pen. She signs her name, and relief fills me.

"You'll need to initial each page as well," Huck instructs.

She doesn't hesitate and obeys. Then she shoves the papers at me. "It's your turn."

I scribble my initials and signature and hand the pen to Huck.