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Chapter 8
VIKTOR
Erin signed all five copies of our weird-ass childhood marriage divorce papers, then handed the pen to Henryk. For being a prince, this guy was pretty normal looking. In fact, other than the custom-tailored suit that probably cost more than the house Si and I had just sold, he looked like any other guy. I didn’t see any sign of a crown. Kind of disappointing, if I was honest.
He signed all five copies, then handed the pen to Silas. Si, business partner and best friend, looked at me, then shrugged and bent his head to chicken scratch his name across each of the contracts too.
When it came time for my turn, my gut told me not to do it. I wasn’t sure why I had such a strong urgenotto sign, but I usually followed my gut. It had taken me far over the years. So, when I took the pen from Silas’s hand, I gripped it and stared at the three people I was allegedly married to. “I’m not sure about this.”
Henryk groaned. “I knew it. One of you...” He shook his head.
Erin huffed, but I didn’t know who she was huffing at. Maybe she wanted this too.
Silas simply shook his head. I put up my hands. “Hey, man. I don’t want to be married toyou. You’re a guy. But Erin...” I met her gaze and smiled. “This feels like it’s kind of meant to be. Maybe we shouldn’t rush into breaking up.”
Erin cocked an eyebrow. “We were seven.” She shook her head. “And that doesn’t feel like the kind of thing I should have to say.” Her sigh was short but loud. “We were never together.”
“But we could be,” I said, and even I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what I was thinking. “If we don’t sign these forms, then maybe we could start something.”
Erin’s eyebrows rose high on her forehead. “The four of us?”
I glanced sideways at Henryk. “Well, not Mr. Fancy Pants over there, but the three of us. Why not?”
Silas and I didn’t have a problem sharing a woman. We’d done it before.
Henryk crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, nostrils flared, anger emanating off him. “If this is about money, I’m paying you to sign. What more do you want?”
I rolled my eyes, mimicking his pinched facial expression. “You can keep your fucking money. We aren’t paupers who need you to finance us with your inherited wealth. We have a businesswebuilt.” I was being an asshole and I didn’t give a shit. He’d crossed a line. If we were after money, we would’ve demanded it a lot sooner.
Erin put her hand on my arm, and shivers coursed over my skin. “I’m going to Spain for a week, then France and England. Francis has already organized it all. Do you and Silas want to come with me?” She looked up at me with her big, beautiful eyes and I was lost. She could’ve asked me to rob a bank and I would’ve been powerless to do more than agree.
How ironic would it be if I’d met my soul mate when I was seven years old? And now I was about to divorce her!
I forced myself to stay cool despite the heady effect of her touch. “Yeah, that would be great.”
She tapped the desk. “Then sign these and we can move on to Spain. Together.”
My gaze snapped up to the prince, who had made a strange type of pained noise. It was almost imperceptible, but I had excellent hearing. “What’s your problem?”
Henryk shook his head. “Nothing at all. Please. Sign. And I’ll be happy to organize European holidays for all three of you if that’s what you wish.”
My gut twisted again, my instincts screaming at me not to leave Mr. Fancy Pants behind. I growled, then bent my head to sign the first copy. Then the second. I glanced up again. Jesus. This guy wore his heart on his sleeve. Along with his anger and loneliness.
I threw down the pen. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong now?” Henryk demanded.
I scrubbed my fingers over my scalp. “You owe us for this, right?”
Henryk straightened so that he was now ramrod-stiff and seemed taller by a few inches. “I... yes. I do. Why? What do you want?”
Maybe I should’ve corrected him because it wasn’t whatIwanted, but the words tumbled out because this situation begged to be saved.
“I’ll sign this because you want us to.” I nodded to the stack of contracts on his desk. “But you have to come with us to Spain. Say goodbye properly.”
Henryk sighed like this moment was taking something out of him, but I was trying to save him. From himself. From his duty. From whatever gave him that sour look and the lines beside his eyes. “Goodbye? But we barely know each other.”
“And yet here we are, all together to dissolve a twenty-year marriage.” I grinned because his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. “So, what do you say, Mr. Fancy Pants?”
