“By Mom,” I whispered. The turned to face my future.
“Mrs. Black.” The driver took my bags and opened my door for me.
I frowned. I wasn’t sure about the whole taking names thing. “It’s Fisher.”
The driver nodded and handed me a manila envelope. “Of course. Mr. Black sent this for you to review on the flight.”
He shut the door behind me and rounded the car to stow my bags. Moments later, we were on our way.
I watched the shop that had been my life for the last year until we rounded the corner onto 15th Avenue, and it disappeared from sigh..
Just like that, I was driven away from everything I knew in Seattle. My life in Seattle was about to vanish. And a new one was coming, far faster than I’d imagined.
I clutched the envelope bearing my name with both hands, but before I opened it, my phone pinged in my bag. I pulled it out.
Ronan
Did you get the email?
I chuckled and replied.
Catullus was not the way to convince me to change my flight.
His reply was nearly instantaneous.
Ronan
He’s not all bad. Sometimes his adoration is kind of adorable. Like me, right?
I suppose.
Ronan
Don’t keep me in suspense. Did I make it in time or were you out having a picnic with an orca at the top of Mount Rainier or some shit that makes it impossible to make the flight?
I grinned just at the idea. And again at the idea of toying with him a bit more.
One thing had to be said about Ronan Black—he was never boring.
I decided to snap a picture of myself in the backseat with the driver’s head clearly in view.
I’m in the car now. See you in a few hours.
18
POSTNUPTIAL AGREEMENT
BETWEEN:
RONAN CILLIAN BLACK (hereinafter referred to as “Husband” or occasionally “Sex God Extraordinaire”)
AND:
DELANEY HARMONIA FISHER BLACK (hereinafter referred to as “Wife,” “Ariadne,” or “Woman Who Married Me in Vegas and Deserves Hazard Pay”
EFFECTIVE DATE: Upon Wife's arrival in Boston, Massachusetts
RECITALS:
