“It’s me,” Tucker’s unmistakable voice called out. I had half a mind not to open the door since he’d not only stood me up, but had a courier deliver our annulment papers. Instead, I unlocked it and allowed him inside. I figured that I could just sign the papers while he was there, hand them off, and that would be that.

“I have them in the kitchen,” I called out as I turned my back and walked in that direction.

“Have what?”

“Your papers,” I snipped.

“What papers? I came to apologize because me being called into the office this morning meant getting on a flight and heading to LA. I had to haul ass just to catch the last available plane that would get me here tonight instead of the morning. I would have called, but my phone was broken by someone,” he gave me an accusatory look before continuing, “and I didn’t have your number stored to the cloud before.”

I pulled the papers out of the envelope as I listened to him, and then looked around for a pen so that I could sign them. “Damn it,” I hissed. “Never a pen when you need one.” I got up and moved to the drawer where I knew Luna threw all the junk that she didn’t want people to see lying around on her counters. I swished through it until I found a ball point pen and then moved back to the table where Tucker had the papers I was supposed to sign in his hand.

“I thought we agreed to start fresh?” He asked, eyes accusing as they moved from the document in his hand to me.

“Yes, that was the agreement we made last night.”

“Then why do you have these?”

“Because you sent them to me,” I hissed and stomped over to the infuriating man. Then I flipped to the back page where his signature was and pointed. “See, that is your signature, right?”

“What the fuck? I didn’t send this to you. I didn’t sign anything either,” he growled and then it was like I could see the lightbulb that clicked on over his head. “Motherfucker!” He yelled as he began to rip the papers up.

“What are you doing?”

“He had me sign some documents this morning,” Tucker insisted. “Must have slipped this page in with them and I didn’t notice because I was in a hurry to catch that flight so I could make it back in time for our date.”

“Who? What are you talking about?”

“My father is the one who called me in this morning. I left you a note.”

“I got your note, but how does that explain anything?”

“He had me sign some legal documents for the company. THE COMPANY,” he emphasized again. “There were no personal documents, at least, not that I had been aware of. Then he sent me to LA to finalize a deal we had going there. When I got there, I found out that it wasn’t even necessary for me to show up in person. They were going to forward the necessary paperwork. So, I caught the first flight out, but then it was delayed.” He moved to the trashcan and tossed the paperwork inside.