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Just show her the damn contract.

"If I also have my own conditions—"

Make her understand this was all about sharing custody—

"Before we get married?"

And nothing about marriage.

Chapter Three

WYND'S OFFER TO HELPme clean myself has me running to the en-suite with fiery cheeks. I know we've already crossed more than a few lines with what just happened. But I also believe there's no reason why we can't start from scratch if we want to.

Or have to, in this case.

So listen up, self!

I shoot a warning look at my reflection in the mirror.

You're attracted to Wynd Sullivan.

That's undeniable at this point.

You've already prayed for God to lead the way from here on.

I truly did.

So stop worrying, and just see where things go from here.

I feel a lot better by the time I step out of the en-suite, and a helpless smile touches my lips when I see him pulling out a chair for me...at one end of the table.

He helps me to my seat before going to the other end, but his already-icy gaze also turns icier when he sees my smile widen.

"Would you care to share the joke?"

"I'm just happy, I suppose."

"About what?"

"How I'm starting to understand how really good you are at calculating stuff."

"Is that so?"

"I'm seated here," I point out, "while you're seated over there. You couldn't be any clearer than that. It's you versus me."

"Isn't it?"

"We both want what's best for Sammy."

"Samuel."

I pretend not to hear this, continuing cheerfully, "That makes us a team in my book, and..." I pull the folded piece of paper from my purse. "That's what my conditions are all about."

I can sense his wariness increasing as I stand and walk toward him.

Yup, that's right, Mr. Sullivan.

"Please turn this way."

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