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transaction, then she’d do well.
    Gabe loosened his tie as he thought about MaKayla in her wedding dress. A situation like this was bound to have complications; it was unconventional at best. He’d have to be careful to maintain proper boundaries between them so as not to encourage thoughts like the ones he had when he looked at MaKayla’s picture.

 
 
    Chapter 5
     
     
     
    Sunday afternoon, MaKayla sat at a small table in her sister’s apartment while Brooke went through the prenup. “I knew having a lawyer in the family would pay off some day,” she joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
    Brooke had taken MaKayla’s handwritten wedding announcement as a joke. Then, when MaKayla explained the situation, she took it as a threat, acting as if MaKayla had been seduced by a cult. MaKayla had come prepared for the situation with a half-gallon of peanut butter cup ice cream and a zen-like demeanor. She’d done an hour’s worth of yoga to clear her mind and center herself before approaching her overprotective big sister.
    “I’m not a lawyer yet,” said Brooke. She was still dressed in her pajamas, and would have spent the day buried in law books if MaKayla hadn’t dragged her to the kitchen table for ice cream. The longer she spent buried in the contract, the calmer she became. MaKayla took it as a good sign.
    MaKayla’s yoga-zen was wearing off. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
    Brooke looked up from the papers and twirled the highlighter between her fingers. “Well, when it comes down to it, the definition of a marriage is the union of two people, recognized by the law as being a union that, in this case, makes them husband and wife.” Brooke got up to refill her soda as she continued. “I’ve taken family law classes, and they never talk about love or sex being a prerequisite for marriage.” She made a face. “Although, one of the grounds for divorce or annulment, depending on the state, is the inability to consummate the marriage.”
    MaKayla’s jaw dropped. “Does it say ‘consummate’ in there?” She pointed at the inch-and-a-half thick stack of papers.
    Brooke waved her hand. “No. Although it does say a physical relationship isn’t forbidden as long as it is mutually agreed upon by both parties.”
    MaKayla pressed her palms to the table as her cheeks burned.
    Brooke noticed her discomfort. “Anytime you want to back out, I’ll be right behind you. To be fair, though, it appears that at the end of the year you’ll have a no-contest divorce in which neither party is blamed for the breakup, thus avoiding bad publicity for either of you.”
    “That’s good, then. Because you know how I hate bad publicity.”
    Brooke smirked at her sarcasm.
    MaKayla leaned back in her chair and fiddled with one of the many pens scattered over the table while Brooke went back to reading and highlighting. A half hour later, she raised her hands above her head and stretched.
    MaKayla could hardly stand it. Her excitement over quitting the hotel had grown overnight. If there was a rug that would quickly be yanked out from under her, she needed to know and know now. “Well?”
    Brooke growled. “I can’t see any reason not to sign it. The document is set up to protect both of you, and you really have nothing to lose.”
    MaKayla dropped her head to the table. “Then why am I so nervous?”
    Brooke covered MaKayla’s hand with hers. “Because no matter what this stack of paper says, marriage means more to you than money.”
    MaKayla cursed under her breath. “How do I convince myself that this isn’t a big deal?”
    Brooke tipped her head from side to side, as if weighing her next words. “From all appearances, this is a great opportunity. But to be honest, it’s freaking me out a little, too.” She stood and paced the room.
    MaKayla rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “It’s a calculated risk.”
    Brooke stopped. “Dad would say, ‘Those are the best kind.’” They shared a smile before