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“Yeah.” He grins. “Does that estate excite you?”
“Maybe,” I tease. “Yes, shit I’ve got to focus here.” They’re laughing at me as I almost tip over. “Yes, maybe.” He’s looking at me grinning.
“I’ll take you to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” I’m getting this paddling down, even over the small waves.
“Your divorce!” I look up. He nods with a roguish grin.
“Any idea how long something like that takes?” I’m curious. “I’ve heard months and if one fights it, even longer.”
“They only fight for marital property,” Andy chimes in. I look at him. “Anything you going to fight to keep?”
“Nope!” I casually say looking at Quinton. “Everything is in his name anyway. What if he refuses to sign the papers?”
“You can be a legally free woman in four to five weeks if uncontested. He can refuse, but there are no children or division of property and debts so his grounds for a contested divorce is moot. He may refuse, but the judge will still grant you a divorce.” Andy is looking at Quinton.
“Why are you looking at Quinton?” I’m curious.
“I told him to find you a divorce lawyer.” Quinton casually answers … like it’s no big deal.
“Oh.” I look at them both. “Hope they’re not expensive.”
“She’s the best in Jacksonville.” Andy grins. “You will be divorced probably four weeks after filing. You need to meet with her this week.”
“So we can go to the Hamptons in four to five weeks,” Quinton quips. “My mom is going to flip. She’s been hounding me to find someone.” I listen to him and Andy talk. I’m sort of freaked out.
“What about a name change?” I interrupt them.
Andy laughs looking at me. “You can change it. Add it to the divorce papers. Once divorced, it will be filed.”
“I certainly don’t want to go the next ten years as Amelia Johansson.” I’m spinning. Laughing at Gerry. “Don’t you turn me over Gerry,” I warn.
“You won’t,” Quinton quips. “What’s your maiden name?”
“It’s worse than my married name. I’m not telling you. I guess I can make up one.” They’re laughing at me.
“Now you’ve got to tell us.” Michael is laughing.
“I just can’t. It may be why I married the asshole to begin with.” I’m laughing about it now. It has been so long since I thought about my maiden name: Amelia Cockburn.
QUINTON
“Boss, what time are we sailing back?” Gerry questions, buzzed, as we’re riding back to the Fortuna.
“As soon as we board. Chef is preparing dinner tonight.” I look at Amelia, she’s so beautiful. “We should be back in Jacksonville tomorrow afternoon.”
I watch Amelia grab her new Gucci bag, she couldn’t wait to change purses. She dumped her old one in the trash on the street. I’m glad she let me buy her some clothes from the boutique today. She’s going to look fabulous in the skirts and dresses.
“Why are you watching me Mr. Starks?” she asks with a grin.
“Because I can, Amelia,” I tease. “You like your new bag?” I know she does, she’s grinning and admiring it.
“I love it.” She leans over and kisses me. “Thank you.” I roll my eyes, she’s already thanked me. Steve opens the door, and I get out first so I can hold sweet Amelia’s hand as we walk to the Fortuna.
“Captain.” I smile as we remove our shoes and toss our beach bag into the basket. “Please have our bags brought to my cabin.”
“Yes sir. Dinner will be served in an hour sir.” I grin and nod as I take Amelia’s hand. Well, that doesn’t leave us time for anything.
