I look down at the notification on my screen.
Fish: We need to talk about what happened.
My heart slams into my throat, and I stare at the screen. Shit.Is he having second thoughts?I look at her. She looks at me.
“What’s that all about?” She raises a brow, taking a sip of water.
“Nothing. Please …” I tell her, but my fingers are already flying across the screen. Typing. Deleting. Typing again. Because how do you respond to a,‘We need to talk about what happened’message after you eloped to DC in the middle of your work Christmas party?
“I’m here if you need me,” Jo says quietly. “Just like you were for me.”
“I know.” I don’t look up. I keep typing because I am freaking out.
Collette: Have you changed your mind? We can get an annulment.
Fish: What the fuck? Why would you think that?
Collette: You texted that we need to talk about what happened.
Fish: Oh shit. I can see how that would sound, but it’s not what I mean.
Collette: I thought you had changed your mind.
Fish: Never.
Okay. Phew.
Fish: I just spoke to my lawyer, and he is furious with me because we didn’t sign any prenups or anything like that.
Oh shit.
Collette: I will sign whatever you need me to sign. I am not after your money.
Fish: I know. That’s why I told him we aren’t having a prenup.
Collette: What? No. That is stupid.
Fish: I trust you.
Collette: It’s not about trust. It’s about having a plan in case something happens.
Fish: What do you mean?
Collette: Worst-case scenario, your wishes are written down.
Fish: Isn’t that a will?
Collette: Shit. We are going to need to do one of those, too.
Fish: This isn’t romantic talk.
Collette: No. But it is practical.
Fish: Adulting sucks.
Collette: Do whatever the lawyer suggests. I will not be offended if we do a postnup.
Fish: Postnup?