Australia: Wicked Mistresses: Fired Waitress, Hired Mistress / His Mistress for a Million / Friday Night Mistress. Robyn Grady

didn’t think he had any money.”

      April slid him a dry look. “Compared to someone like you, no one has any money.” She blew her nose again and spoke to Nina. “Would you sign a pre-nup?”

      Nina blinked several times then stammered, “I—I don’t think I’m the one to ask.”

      “You don’t marry someone,” April expounded, “commit your life and heart and soul, but have a conditional clause ‘just in case.’”

      Gabe stifled a groan. He couldn’t see the problem. There were plenty of women out there ready to grab what they could. “Pre-nups are common practice these days.”

      “Well, these days suck!” April blew her nose again. “I’d love him no matter what.”

      He shrugged. “Then sign.”

      Nina spoke up. “If he trusted her, he wouldn’t ask her to sign.”

      April sat a little straighter, then gave a solid nod.

      Gabriel assessed the situation. He felt a lynching coming on, but realities couldn’t be ignored. Pre-nups weren’t heartless. They were useful tools in this modern-day, litigious, high-rate-of-divorce society. A better option was don’t say I do. Don’t move in together. Then property and other entitlement issues didn’t become a problem.

      Keep it simple.

      Fun.

       Brief.

      His gaze skated to Nina before he crossed to the fridge, extracted juice, and very nearly grinned at a selfish thought. He looked across at April. “You can always come back and work for me.”