I sighed. “He’s out fucking half the country and part of Canada, and not being quiet about it. There are pictures floating all over the internet for Christ’s sake. How is any of this supposed to be believable?”

“A last hurrah before settling down?” The man offered as more of a question, complete with disbelieving wince.

“A last hurrah? And I’m supposed to be the docile little woman who sits at home okay with that and still agrees to marry the bastard?”

There was another lawyer present too. The one here representing Mr. Tucker – who failed to show up, because he was no doubt still tucked up between the two leggy bombshells who he was seen taking home the previous night. Yes, those pictures were already live on the internet too, including a few that had to be yanked from Instagram for showing too much of what happened once they arrived at his apartment.

I glanced at his lawyer then, waiting for an answer. He too winced as I tapped my pen annoyingly against the prenup that we were supposed to both be signing today. The younger lawyer’s fingers flew over the keys of his phone as he failed to answer. At that point, I started to tap my pen against the table, rather than the document that had muffled the noise before. His attention immediately came back over to me. This man was much younger than my father’s lawyer, almost too young. If I had to guess, he was probably doing my future husband a favor by being here.

I squinted my eyes his way, realizing why he had seemed so familiar. He had been in some of those pictures from last night. I set the pen aside, along with the ridiculously long document, and stood. “You know what?” I finally asked, drawing the attention of both lawyers. “When your client decides to grow up and take this seriously, I will too.”

“What?” The younger man asked, standing as well, with a panicked look on his face.

I grinned at him. “See, the thing is, if I don’t go through with this, I lose absolutely nothing. I have an inheritance I can fall back on. It doesn’t require me to be married, thankfully. I also have a degree and a career in progress.” Okay, the career part might have been a major stretch of the truth, but I had been working on my own dark romance manuscript since I first thought of the idea of writing it myself the month before. I had high hopes that it would be the start of a beautiful career. “My father still has legal actions he can take against his ex-partner as well as insurance and all that jazz. He’ll be okay.”

“Miss Robeson, you can’t,” his lawyer started to appeal to me, but I waved him off.

“My brother, sister, and I don’t want to inherit the family business, so if Dad needs to sell and retire early, that’s an option too. He simply wanted the legacy he created to live on in some way, and I agreed to this farce because I respect my father and didn’t want to see his dream stollen away from him before he was ready to let it go. Plus, we both care about his employees and what will happen to them. That was the biggest reason I was here, but honestly, I don’t owe them THIS kind of headache.”