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"I didn't say "us," I said you, Miss Ryan."

She turned and fled.

I thought so. She was someone's friend. Someone on that goddamned board.


Jack showed up at 5:00 PM just as he promised. He stood over the desk as I finished up and turned off the computer. He'd shed his suit and was wearing khakis and a button down.

"Jack, we need to talk. About the audit."

"Sure, Annie. But let's get out of here."

"Okay, but I'd like to change too."

He gave me a crooked smile. "Sure."

I noticed straight off that we weren't heading to the motel.

"Jack, we are going the wrong way."

"No, we aren't."

"But I need to change."

"And you will."

I suddenly had a suspicion. "What did you do, Jack?"

"I checked you out. There is no use in paying for a hotel room when you should stay with me."


We pulled in the parking lot of his apartment building. He turned and handed me the key I'd left behind.

"Here you go, honey. I'll wait. But don't take too long or go too casual. Reservations are for 6:30."

"Jack Colson," I growled.

"Go on, now," he said as if he didn't have a care in the world. "We don't have all night."


It was a moderately priced Italian restaurant, expensive enough the require reservations, cheap enough to have the prices on the menu.

We were seated, and Jack ordered a whiskey sour for himself, wine for me. I looked at the carefully groomed menu. There were just enough entrees to keep the customer's happy, not enough to overwhelm the cooking staff.

"You chose a decent restaurant for once. You can't have coupons for this one. What's up, Jack?"

He looked slightly embarrassed, and then smiled at me.

"I want to make you happy, Annie. I know you like places like this."

"Bullshit. Spill, Colson."

"I wouldn't bullshit you, Annie."

Before I could shoot off a retort, a man came up to the table. My eyes widened in recognition. It was Jack's lawyer, Robert Anson.

"Jack, Annie, good to see you."

"Hello, Bob," said Jack.

"I hate to keep bringing it up, but you two need to get in to see me about that pre-nup. Your father called me about it today."

I saw Jack swear under his breath.

"You tell that old man that we'll get to it when we are ready."

"Just what does that pre-nup say, Bob?" I asked.

"Well, it says that each of you keep your own property, there is no mixing of that during the marriage, and the only communal assets would be mutually acquired ones."

"Bob," said Jack a warning in his voice.

"No, Jack. That's absolutely fine with me. Do you happen to have this document?"

"Actually, a copy is in my briefcase."

"Get it."

"Annie, you don't have to do this."

"Go ahead, Bob."

Bob moved away from the table.

"Annie, really. My father is ridiculous. You don't have..."

"Jack, if I married you, do you think it'd be for your money?"

"Of course not."

Bob returned and handed me the document and a pen. I signed it and handed it to Jack.

"Go ahead," I said. "Let's get this over with so we can eat."

Jack took the papers and signed them, his lips drawn tightly. Anson looked relieved when Jack handed them over.

"It was nice seeing you, Bob," I said. "Good night."

The lawyer left slightly confused over being dismissed so quickly. Jack's eyes bore into me.

"What was that about, Lloyd?"

I started laughing. I couldn't help myself.

"Your father," I gasped. "So worried I'd get my hands on the family money." I couldn't contain my mirth and the giggles continued.

"Annie, are you okay?"

"He made you sign away all of mine."

"What are you talking about?" he said genuinely confused. "You've struggled this past year."

"Well, just because my father is rich doesn't mean that I'd take his money."


"But I am the only child. Eventually it will be all mine."

Jack smiled, and then started laughing too.


Jack made sure I had plenty of wine at dinner.

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