“Sir, I’ll gladly sign that prenup,” I promised him.
Before her father could continue, Gigi interrupted to say she had a stipulation of her own.
She pulled out the document her lawyer had helped us draw up.
“What the hell is this?” Mr. Phillips growled as he read over the paper.
Gigi explained to her father about the Henwoods and how much pain they’ve been through.
“They’re like family to the Wilds, Daddy. So when Logan becomes part of our family, I’d like for you to agree to stop going after Mr. Henwood.”
Mr. Phillips looked at the two of us, and his gaze held on Gigi. “You want me to give up on taking away the man’s bar and to let go of everything I’ve unearthed that would put this philandering, drunken fool in jail for the rest of his life?”
“Daddy, yes, I would like you to drop it,” Gigi said. “And I can’t believe we have to keep all this from Mom, by the way. I don’t know that she’d approve.”
Her father shushed her with a wave of his hand and a, “Your mother’s been through enough with that mistake she made. You agreed not to share the details of our West Texas trip with her.”
Gigi grumbled but went quiet as her father thought for a moment.
“You’re asking me to add to this prenup and sign off on the grounds that I won’t go after Benjamin Henwood or his family as a favor to my future son-in-law?”
I swallowed hard as Gigi nodded.
“Yes,” she said. “It would mean so much to me if you did that.”
When Mr. Phillips stuck out his hand to me, I took it.
And I only have to pull this off for a few more months.
Then, I can finally tell Macey the truth.
But right now, I need to talk to her about a certain engagement present. I almost lost it when I opened Gigi’s present and saw a red raindrop staring up at me. I’m lucky I was able to rein in my emotions fast enough.
That can’t happen again.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Macey
From my spot underneath the leaves of the oak tree, I wipe my brow and squint up at the sky. The sun is shining brighter than ever, but it can’t brighten my dark mood.
“Mace?” Ben leans closer. “Are you all right?”
I straighten up and give a firm nod. “I can’t believe I’m so emotional. I really thought I’d handle today better than I am. I’m sorry.”
“Hey.” Ben squeezes my shoulder. “Don’t be. I just hate seeing you hurting like this. You know, your ‘arrangement’ that you and Logan had—maybe it wasn’t meant to last.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean ‘friends with benefits’ isn’t exactly a recipe for forever, is it?”
“No,” I say slowly. “That’s why I thought it worked so well. I can’t do long-term, Ben. You know that.”
“No, I don’t,” he says in a quiet tone. “Only you think you’re unlovable for the long haul, Mace.”
I turn my head so I can meet his steady gaze.
“Just think about it, okay?”
