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“Is an hour enough?”

She shook her head. “Adam—”

“Okay. One and a half?”

“Yes.”

“We need to go see my lawyer. He can file the papers, and I want to make sure everything is taken care of. I swear, if there is one mismanaged dollar, your mother is going to regret it.”

“I don’t care about the money.”

“I care. They have taken so much away from you. We’ll get everything transferred back to your name and under your power.” I tilted my head in curiosity. “What have you been doing for money?”

“I had a debit card my mother gave me,” she replied. “She told me that she paid the bills from my account. I imagine she’s canceled the card by now. I guess I’m broke until this is resolved.”

I shook my head and reached into the drawer, handing her an envelope. “I, ah, had ordered a second debit card for you before all this happened. It gives you access to my accounts. It’s active, and you can use it now.” I held up my hand to stop her protests. “Please, let me take care of you. We are married after all.” I nudged her foot with mine. “We consummated it and everything.”

She rolled her eyes, and I snickered, before becoming serious. “We’ll let the lawyers straighten everything out. What’s mine is yours.”

“Then what’s mine is yours as well,” she insisted.

“I know that. You need to accept this—” I held up the card “—and use it for whatever you need. Clothes, shoes, girly shit…whatever. We’ll figure it all out and get you cards with your married name on them. Assuming you want to change your name?”

“Yes, I do. I want to belong to you in every way.”

I ran my finger down her cheek. “So do I. Alexandra Kincaid. It’s got a nice ring to it.”

She smiled. “Yes, it does.”

“All right.” I winked. “Maybe you’d like to stock up on some pretty lingerie, Mrs. Kincaid. You do have a long honeymoon coming up.”

A mischievous smile curved her lips. “Is that the only thing…coming up, Mr. Kincaid?”

I dragged her onto my lap, laughing.

“Nope,” I growled, covering her mouth with mine.

I’d show her what else was coming up.

Repeatedly.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Ally wrapped her hand around the door handle of the car, and she hesitated. “Maybe only an hour.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

She paused again. I ran my fingers along her neck. “You know, I’d like to see Vivian.”

Her expression was filled with relief. “Yeah?”

“I know Sean would love to finally meet you.”

“Are we being ridiculous?”

I shrugged. “I don’t care. If we want to stay together, we can. We can try tomorrow or the next day to do things without each other—or next week. But for today, I’d feel better being beside you.” I hesitated, my voice gruffer when I spoke again. “I was without you for too long to have to apologize for wanting to be with you now.”

“Me too.”