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“Dylan?” Natalie gasps. She throws her hands over her chest as if to hide herself from me. “What are you doing here?”

“He’s my lawyer—” Michael starts the introduction again.

“I drafted the prenup.” I lance the boil before it can fester and grow. “Don’t sign anything until you have your own lawyers look it over.” I direct that to Luna, who is also wearing a wedding dress, but I didn’t notice until just now. My entire world was focused on Natalie. A bomb could have gone off, and I probably wouldn’t have figured it out until we were crawling out of the dust and broken concrete.

“A prenup?” she asks.

“It’s no big deal. The family wants it.” Michael doesn’t look as confident now.

“You look good in that dress.” I decide to ignore everything but Natalie.

“It’s not my favorite.” She fluffs the skirt.

“Too poofy?”

“No. I think I like a little more sparkle.”

“Can I see the others?” I pull up a tiny, padded chair that looks like it might break if I sit down, but surprisingly it’s sturdy enough for even me.

“I’m not getting married, so it doesn’t matter. Luna just wanted someone to try dresses on with her.”

“We could get married,” I find myself saying. “I’d hate for the trying-on session to go to waste.”

“What about the prenup?” she asks.

“I don’t believe in them.”

“But you wrote one for Michael and Luna.”

“This is why I’m getting out of the law business.”

“What business is it that you’re getting into, then?”

“Your business.” I take her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

Chapter Eight

NATALIE

For a moment, I lose myself in Dylan’s stare. I had been thinking of him when trying on the dresses. It was stupid, but I couldn’t push the thoughts out of my mind, and then he was there. What are the odds of that?

“Dylan?” Julie cuts in, bringing me back to reality. Shit—how do I keep forgetting about her?

“Yeah,” he responds but doesn’t move. Dylan is still holding my hand and staring into my eyes. I'm uncertain if he is even aware that it was Julie who called his name.

“What are you doing here?” I start to pull my hand out from Dylan’s; his hold tightens for half a second before he lets go. I can’t help but feel a loss, which is absolutely insane.

“Working.”

“Right.” Julie scoffs and shakes her head. “If you wanted to see me, you could have called. God knows you don’t work.”

Julie really is a bitch. How did Dylan get wrapped up in her? They don’t fit. Plus, I’m starting to think she doesn’t know shit about him. When Luna’s fiancé read off some of Dylan’s credentials, I was more than impressed. He freaking clerked fora Supreme Court justice! Holy hell. Most can only dream of getting that opportunity.

In the one, now two times I have met him, I could tell you that he’s charming but in a playful way, makes sure to check on his mom, doesn’t put work above all else, and I’m starting to think he’s a bit of a romantic.

Then again, I could have dreamed that all up. What I didn’t imagine was the attraction between the two of us. I physically felt it when he touched me. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear there was a spark.

Do I really know him? Probably not, but I still think I might know him better than Julie. Not to mention if he’s a lawyer for the Montclair family, that says enough on its own about what kind of firm he has built up.

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