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Instead of thumbing through the entire stack, he continued his search for Rylee. He could ask her about it when he found her.

First, he checked their room and found it empty, though he spotted a pile of her clothes on the floor near the bathroom.

Then he went down the hall and eased open the door to her old room. Sure enough, she was curled up on the bed in just a t-shirt. Her eyes were closed, but he could see she’d been crying when she fell asleep.

“Damn it,” he murmured as he slipped into the room and stripped off his shirt and slacks, so he was just in his t-shirt and boxers.

He eased into bed with her and pulled her against him.

She startled and tried to get away.

“Shhh… it’s just me, Ace.”

Her shoulders relaxed, and she rolled in his arms to face him.

“Hi,” she murmured. “What are you doing here?”

“You wouldn’t answer my calls,” he said, brushing the hair from her face.

“What did I do, lover?”

Rylee closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

She sat up and rolled off the bed. Memphis followed.

“Come on, Ace. Don’t shut me out. How are we supposed to have a relationship if we do that to each other? Isn’t that what caused you to think about leaving? Because I didn’t tell you everything?”

Rylee finger combed her hair and looked around the room as if trying to avoid his gaze.

“Do I need to play the Dom card and make you talk?”

She glared at him and opened the door, stepping into the hallway.

She was halfway down the stairs by the time Memphis caught up to her.

He didn’t demand to know where she was going, just followed her.

When she reached the landing, she veered into the kitchen and picked up the stack of papers.

“You want to talk about keeping things from me? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me about this before you had it drafted for me to sign?”

“The bank information?” Memphis asked, reaching for the stack.

“No. Damn it, quit playing dumb. You haven’t even proposed yet and you already want me to sign things that have to do with if we get divorced?”

Clearly, he was missing something, so he took the stack of papers and flipped through them. When he saw the last document, he knew what had her upset.

“God damn it. I’m going to kill Jeremy.”

Rylee furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

“Lover, I did not want you to sign a prenup. In fact, I explicitly told Jeremy not to draft one.”

He read through the document. It was a proposal, but it was drafted so it sounded as if the proposal were coming from Rylee and not Memphis. He knew exactly what Jeremy’s intention was, and he was livid.

“You sure do have a lot of people putting your name on paperwork you didn’t mean for them to,” Rylee muttered.

That made him laugh, though he wasn’t amused by the situation at all.

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