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My stomach twisted with guilt and shame. “No.”
“No. And have I ever bitched about taking care of things?”
“No.”
“So why would you assume I?—”
“I saw the prenup.” The air chilled and when he didn’t respond, I further explained. “I wasn’t snooping. It was in your drawer. I saw it when I was getting your suit together for the photoshoot.”
His head lowered and his shoulders lifted with a deep sigh.
“Why do you have that, Hale? And why were you hiding it in your closet of all places.”
“I wasn’t hiding it.”
“Because you normally keep important files in your sock drawer. Come on, Hale.”
“Fine. Maybe I was. But only because I…” He hesitated. “Maybe I was hiding it from myself.”
“Do you think I’m after your money?—”
“No, I don’t think that.”
“Then why?—”
“I don’t have a say in it, Rayne.”
I drew back. “What?”
He shook his head. “There are trusts of mine that have certain bylaws I can’t override.”
“Trusts from Remington?”
“Who else?”
So Remington knew about the prenup. I wasn’t surprised, but I thought assuming as much would make it hurt less.
“Do you want me to sign it?”
His fingers raked through his hair. “I know you’re not marrying me for my money, Rayne.”
A tear tripped down my cheek. That wasn’t exactly a no.
Stepping into the living room, I went to the table and pulled open a drawer and found a pen. Having a healthy relationship meant full transparency, even when the reality hurt.
“I hate when there’s secrets between us, Hale. I’ll sign whatever you need me to sign.”
“Put that away.”
“If it’s because of Remington, then it’s because of Remington. I believe you.” Why was he looking at me like that? “That’s what it is, right?”
The longer he hesitated the harder it became to guess what he was thinking. Did he really have a problem with the prenup or did he think it was a sound contract with unfortunate side effects? A take your medicine and get over the bad taste so we can move on situation?
I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to know his feelings now that we were staring this in the face. It was easier to blame Remington. At least then it wouldn’t reflect a lack of trust on our part.
“I don’t want to fight, Hale. Today was perfect and I hate that I ruined it. Do you want me to go get it?”
“It’s not here.”
