Page 49 of Irresistibly Wicked

Yeah, definitely the latter. “Now you’re just trying to make me jealous.”

She rolled her eyes and ate another bite of ice cream. “This is the best decision we’ve made since we met.”

“Better than helping Brian?” he asked.

“No, but it’s a close second.”

“Hey,” he said gently. “How are you feeling about the whole Brian thing? You haven’t talked much about him tonight.”

She pushed her spoon around a scoop of chocolate ice cream. “I’m worried about him, but I know we did the right thing. He’s where he needs to be, and now it’s up to him to follow through. I kind of hate that he won’t let me visit, but if that’s what it takes for him to get better, then I’m okay with it.” She set a warm gaze on Zander. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me with all of this.”

“I’m glad you let me.” As she lifted a spoonful of ice cream dripping in chocolate sauce toward her mouth, he said, “Little did I know I was engaged to a dessert thief. I think I need to add a clause to our prenup.”

“We don’t have a prenup.” She ate the spoonful of ice cream.

“We do now.” He pushed a clean napkin in front of her and grabbed a crayon from the cup, putting it on the napkin. “Write this down.” He tapped the napkin. “Zander shall get the first bite of every sundae from this date forward.”

She laughed. “And I thought the last taco made you shellfish.”

“This is self-preservation. Go on.” He tapped his index finger on the napkin again. “We’ve got to knock it out anyway. Might as well do it now.”

“We don’t need a prenup.”

“If this is what marriage looks like, I definitely need legal protection.”

She looked at him like he was being ridiculous as she scooped chocolate syrup onto her spoon and then nudged whipped cream on top of it.

“See? Dessert hoarder.” He bumped her with his shoulder. “Seriously, though, you’re inheriting a lot of money. You need to protect yourself with a prenup.”

“If you think I need one so badly, then you write it up.” She pushed the napkin toward him.

“You won’t be able to read my handwriting.” He pushed it back to her.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a pushy pain in the butt?” She picked up the crayon. “How do we do this?”

“I don’t know. Just write that you’ll keep your shit and I’ll keep mine.”

She deadpanned. “I don’t think it works that way. I think you have to list what you have.”

“Go ahead then, and write that I have no claim over whatever’s on your list.”

As she touched the crayon to the paper, she said, “This feels wrong. I’m borrowing your money. I’m not afraid you’re going to try to rip me off.”

“That’s why I have to protect you. What if I’m an asshole?”

“If you were, you wouldn’t be helping me.”

He pulled the sundae bowl in front of himself and put his arms around it. “You never know.”

“Yes, I do.”

IF THERE WAS one thing she knew for certain about Zander, it was that he was not someone she had to worry about trying to rip her off. To prove her point, she reached her spoon over his arm to get some ice cream, and he slid the bowl back toward her.

“See?” she said.

“Stop delaying and start writing. Make sure you cover everything.”

“If you’re going to make me do this, then let’s do it right.” She grabbed her phone and googled how to write a prenup. “Here’s a list.” She held it out to him. “You read. I’ll write.”