But lately she’s been smiling more.
Laughing easier.
Like she can finally breathe again.
And yeah, I like to think I’ve got something to do with that.
Still, there’s this little itch in the back of my mind that I can’t quite shake.
Probably just nerves.
Four days until the wedding will do that to a man.
I close the last file and shove the stack aside.
Kelly and I are meeting after work to go over some final paperwork.
Her idea.
She insisted on a prenup.Stubborn woman.
No amount of arguing—or very creative oral persuasion—managed to change her mind.
But I found a workaround.
Everything she has stays hers.The mill shares.Her accounts.Every damn thing.
Untouchable.
But I’ve set up a trust for her and Evan.
Evan’s portion releases in two stages.
First, when he turns eighteen—for college, housing, whatever the kid needs to get started.
Then, the rest when he hits twenty-five.
Enough to make sure he never has to claw his way up the hard way unless he chooses to.
Kelly will have access to anything she wants.
Accounts.
Cards.
Funds.
Security.
Meanwhile Maddox keeps exactly what he’s always had.
We talked about it already.
Little shit didn’t blink.
Said he’d always wanted a little brother, anyway.
I grin and push back from the desk and grab my jacket.
