expression darkened as he cast his gaze from her to the device and back. He set the champagne glasses back in their notches on the shelf. “What is it?”
“An abbreviated prenuptial agreement. We don’t have the time for anything detailed.” She offered it to him again.
“Tell me what you’ve drawn up. Like you said, we only have a few minutes.”
She sighed, wishing he would just read the darned thing. Having to spell it out for him was just so embarrassing. “It states that all assets pertaining to a trust remain with the trust in the event of a divorce. Personal assets prior to the marriage are not divisible if the marriage is dissolved.”
“That’s generous of you. But you don’t have to bother. The only reason we’d need to go separate directions is if you decide you need to have kids.”
Her heart squeezed in her chest. “Because you don’t want children.” Not that she could give him any. She’d mentioned her endometriosis to him in the context of Tina’s fertility concerns. But maybe he saw her issues as another qualifying trait in his modern marriage.
“Do you have room in your life for a child? I don’t. Like you pointed out the other day, I barely know my godchildren.”
She opened her mouth to remind him it didn’t matter because her body had started to betray her in her teens. She’d suffered through two procedures, but now the only option to alleviate her symptoms were the birth control pills that kept her from cycling or a hysterectomy. She’d come to terms with it, but not enough to do something so permanent. Besides, if he didn’t want children, did she need to remind him? Especially when they had so little time and so much to discuss.
Cal handed her a flute of champagne. “Relax. We won’t be getting divorced. This is going to work out beautifully.”
She took a sip, the bubbles tickling her mouth. If only they were as open with their feelings as they could be about business. “There is a fidelity clause that in the event of an affair you relinquish all rights to the Callum department stores and Kentigern Castle.”
He gave a low whistle. “I won’t cheat on you. You don’t have to threaten me.”
“I’m simply ensuring that if you hurt me, you’ll feel it too.”
“And knowing that I’d put the only two things I own that matter to me on the line will make this easier for you?”
She nodded, releasing the breath she hadn’t known she held.
“What do I get?”
She blinked unsure of his meaning.
“Surely you don’t expect me to sign on for something so lopsided.”
“I’m not the one who’s been with scores of women.”
“That would certainly change our dynamic.” His lips twitched in a grin. “You want me to sign it, you have to be in for as much as me.”
“We don’t play on the same turf, Cal. You know I don’t have a castle or a department chain in my portfolio.”
“And you know I’m not sleeping with anyone else, yet you feel the need to draw up contracts. I’m just saying that you need to be fair or forget it.” He leaned back in the seat, his heated gaze pinning her in place.
“What do you want? My aunt’s house or her scholarship fund?”
“You volunteered my oldest memory and the thing I’m most proud of. Do that.”
She thought for a moment, her pulse ticking up. “You want my dad’s VW bus and my condo?”
He smiled. “You still keep that thing running? You know your parents would have upgraded by now, right?”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t sleep around, so you won’t have to deal with it. And you’re going to keep it in your pants so I’m not stuck trying to unload a castle and sell stores to your rivals. Deal?”
5
Seven minutes. Mere seconds until she had to make the biggest decision of her life. Alone.
Miranda stared at her reflection in the cheval mirror in the bridal room of the hotel’s wedding chapel until she schooled her expression from the verge of tears to relative calm. Her parents should