"I want us to get married, and as soon as possible."
Ann’s jaw dropped. What could she say? Thanks, but no thanks? How could she make a graceful exit?
Ann’s jaw dropped. What could she say? Thanks, but no thanks? How could she make a graceful exit?
She
cleared her throat and began. “I’m
grateful to you for giving me a job and for taking care of my father, but-- “
He
interrupted her. “It won’t be real. I mean, it will be legal, but I won’t expect
anything from you.” He ran his hand
through his hair, which Ann had come to recognize as a sure sign of stress.
“Oh
hell, you know what I mean—no sex. I know how you feel about me. I won’t touch you. Our relationship will be completely
platonic. And we can be divorced anytime
you want, just as soon as I have full custody of Aidan.”
She
couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Neil, I want to help you get custody of your son, but do you really have
to marry me? I mean, you don’t love me.”
“Love?”
His lip curled cynically. “Been
there, done that, darlin’. I’m a
two-time loser. Married for love twice
and it didn’t work out either time. I
was crazy in love with Angie. She told
me she was pregnant, which she wasn’t. Then she ran off with some guy who told
her he played drums for Willie Nelson, which he didn’t. Two years later, I met Belinda. I fell in
love with her the first time I saw her.
I thought we’d live happily ever after, and you know what happened.”
He
exhaled strongly and shook his head.
“I
don’t love you, Ann, but I like you and I trust you. I think we can deal well together. And when you want out, I won’t stand in your
way.”
“It’s
so cold-blooded.”
“Not
cold-blooded. Intelligent. Logical.”
He glanced at the sheaf of papers on his desk. “Charlie and I have been working on the
pre-nup. It’ll mean a lot of money for
you.”
Ann
looked at him in shock. “Are you trying
to buy me?”
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