“Very fair,” Nathaniel says as Jase glares at him.

“This conversation is something else,” Jase murmurs like he’s a bystander when he’s the main subject.

“When it comes to the press . . . that terrifies me,” I admit.

“Understandably. We’ll keep interaction with them to a minimum. You’re newlyweds who want your privacy. I’d suspect that your business might get a little busier than normal. We’ll get a security guard stationed there to help you keep the crazies at bay and to keep you safe.”

“A security guard?” I bark out a laugh.

“Yes. Trust me on this,” Nathaniel says. “Granted we agree to each other’s terms, we’ll instate him tomorrow morning.”

“It’s not necessary—”

“It is. Just as a prenup is that you’ll have to sign along with the contract stating you forfeit any legal claim to his property, wealth, and assets during and after the forgone failure of the marriage,” Nathaniel says.

“Of course. What ridiculous person would assume they’d have any rights to it?”

“You’d be surprised,” Jase says.

“Then there are the events you’ll attend with Gizmo.”

Events? Of course. He’s a celebrity. The pictures I studied of him last night flash in my mind. Oh my God. That means I’ll forever be on the internet linked with him like those other women were. “Like?”

“We’ll get you a list but there won’t be many. You’re a woman who happened to fall in love with a drummer. We’ll play the narrative to the press that you’re very private and prefer to keep your life and your relationship as such.”

“That will only fuel people’s curiosity,” I say.

“We’ll figure out a happy medium. Maybe an interview to give them enough insight to back off. I’ll talk with his team about it,” Nathaniel says.

“Okay. It’s only fair that Jase attends some of my engagements as well,” I say.

Jase coughs into his hand in laughter. “Sure. Fine. Aunt Judy’s christening? Little Ezra’s bar mitzvah? What are we looking at?”

“We’re looking at you valuing my time and life and obligations as much as I’m to value yours. Just because you have platinum records framed on a wall somewhere doesn’t make you more important than I am.”

“No one said it did,” Jase says solemnly, almost as if he didn’t realize his teasing could hurt my feelings.

“And no, I’m not talking backyard picnics with Grandpa Bob, but if this is to be believed, you have to integrate yourself into my life too. No one respects a woman who gives up everything they’ve worked for and are working for because they fall in love with a superstar.”

“Savvy, beautiful, and self-assured.” Jase lifts a brow. “I like it.”