Chapter 12

Ted sat his briefcase on the booth and slid in beside it. “Sorry I’m late. Couldn’t get out of there,” he lied. He had, in fact, been sitting in his car in the parking lot behind Omega Music for the last fifteen minutes. At first, because he hadn’t wanted to be early and look too eager. And then because he had frozen and wasn’t sure why.

Now, that was clear, at least.

Ryan smiled. “This is what being married to you will be like, huh?”

Ted snorted and flipped open the briefcase. “No. It’ll be like whatever you want. Here’s a prenuptial I’ve had my lawyer draft. You should have yours look at it.” He passed a folder across the table.

“Right to business…” Ryan arched an eyebrow. “I don’t have a lawyer.”

Ted flushed. “I can recommend a few. Unless that seems counterproductive and you’d rather find your own.”

“Eh,” was Ryan’s only reply to that. He flipped through the papers in the folder, eyeing them one by one before finally deciding, “This is a lot.”