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

When Gabriel opened the door, his head pulled back. Not who he was expecting.

“April?”

What was his PA—make that ex- PA—doing here?

A tissue at her cheek, April dragged herself into the centre of the room. Her diminutive shoulders hunched and blonde hair came forward as she blew her nose.

“I’m not going through with it,” she mumbled into the tissue.

Dumbfounded, Gabe followed her. “Through with …? You mean the wedding?”

She fixed him with accusing eyes. “I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

She’d spoken of nothing else for six months. She’d told him she couldn’t live without this guy. She’d said how much her gown had cost, and he’d countered with, “That’s outrageous!” Now she was in tears. Calling everything off. And people wondered why he wasn’t rushing to tie any knots.

April’s watery expression changed as her red-rimmed eyes focused on Nina. “Oh … sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.”

Nina was smiling uncertainly at their guest, while tugging the tie of her robe a little tighter. Gabriel exhaled. He guessed he should introduce them.

“April, this is Nina. Nina, this is April.” He realised how this must look—as if he’d picked her up overnight—and while it shouldn’t matter what April thought of anyone he saw, he added, “I’ve known Nina for years.”

Preoccupied, April nodded, then spoke to herself more than to either of them.

“I’ve only known Liam twelve months. One short year.” She collapsed into a chair and gazed unseeing at her sandalled pigeon-toed feet. “I felt as if we’d known each other for ever.”

Nina’s eyes questioned his. Gabriel shrugged, then edged forward. “What happened?”

“He wants me to sign a pre-nup.”

“You didn’t discuss it before now?”

In a daze, April shook her head. “He says his parents are insisting.”

“I 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.”

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