Page 221 of Share with Me

“You’re paying a babysitter?”

“Yeah. I lined up some teens who need after-school jobs.”

“Okay.”

“Why? What’s wrong, Brin?”

“These are all piano lessons.”

“Yes.” Ivan’s warm right hand went around her waist as he pulled her toward him. “I don’t have to turn my left wrist at the piano.”

Brinley had to concur. “I keep my wrists straight and sturdy at the piano keys.”

“Right. It doesn’t hurt as much when I do that.”

“You remember the Fire-Pit Service when I said I don’t care whether you’d ever play the violin again?”

“Yes, I do remember. And I appreciate that.”

“I’m okay with whatever God has in store for you—for us—but I want you to be at peace with that yourself.”

“Don’t worry.” Ivan rubbed her chin. “I’m trusting God, Brin. My entire life is in God’s hands.”

Brinley nodded. “While we’re talking about trusting God…”

“Yes?” Ivan knotted his eyebrows together.

“About the prenup.”

“Your lawyer hates it.”

Brinley shook her head. “She loves it. But I’m not signing it.”

“Why not? What’s wrong with it?”

“Both your grandma and my sister reminded me that a marriage is not a business, Ivan.” Brinley leaned against the island. “In a marriage, what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours.”

“I have nothing to give you, Brin.”

“We give each other ourselves.”

“I hear you, but financially, I’m starting over with this music studio. I’m working at a thrift shop to pay my bills.”

“At least you’re working. Someday your music studio will grow, Ivan.”

“I hope so.”

“Someday you could move it to the warehouse in the Village, you know, in case you want to use Yun’s house to raise a family instead.”

Ivan studied her face. “The warehouse? You still remember it.”

“Can’t forget stuff like that.”Not when I paid cash for that building.

“It was only a dream, Brin. I have nothing.”

“Nothing? You have the love of God, Ivan. That’s more than all the treasures of the world.”

“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”

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