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private, which seemed silly, as th ere were about ten people there. The place was practically empty. Jensen went over the plan again detail by detail. Nothing had changed really. His office said the prenuptial contained a clause about what I’d receive in a divorce if I committed adultery. I choked on those words. So did Bradley, especially knowing that Joe was the one that admitted to being a cheater.
    Either way , Jensen said the settlement he’d put together would blow away anything Joe’s attorneys would offer. Jensen had played this game before and I had to have faith in him. He’d done Bradley right and I had to believe he would do the same for me.

Chapter 7: Bradley’s Turn
     
     
     
    It was just be fore two and our scheduled showdown with Kelly’s hopefully soon-to-be ex-husband. He was a royal ass for playing the pre-nup card at the last minute, which I guessed wasn’t all that surprising considering whom we were dealing with. I’m sure he’d tricked her into signing all kinds of crazy things before they were married. Fucking jerk. I didn’t use that word often as my father taught me it was best used when doing two things, moving furniture and the actual act. But Joe would be the exception to that rule and I’m sure my father would agree if he were still alive.
    Jensen, Kelly and I rode up the elevator to Joe’s attorney’s office. We were quiet as we mentally prepared for what was ahead. Kelly had my hand in a death grip, but I loved her getting strength from me. However, I was more worried about her poor bottom lip as her teeth were constantly chewing on it.
    “Hey, sweetie. Your lip,” I whispered leaning toward her. “It needs a break.” Her eyes went wide and she just smiled. I bent over and kissed her freed captive. Her lips were soft like silk. I pulled away quickly and eyed Jensen. He just rolled his eyes. I thought we were paying him to keep his thoughts to himself...
    Once off the elevator, Jensen directed us to the attorney’s office and open ed the door. The place felt like a library with its dark wood-paneled walls. It reeked of wealth and made it rather obvious that Joe had invested in the best. Even though he was a paid public servant as a deputy district attorney, his family had deep pockets. Deep Old South money from what Jensen said.
    We checked in at the reception desk where a young woman was seated. She informed us we were joining the other parties in a conference room and rose from her seat. We followed her down a long hallway with wooden floors. The clicks of our collective heels echoed off the surrounding walls. The sound was eerie as it broke the silence among us. I exchanged a glance with Kelly, trying to encourage her, as she appeared rattled. Holding her hand now was out of the question, Jensen warned us. No public displays of affection. Not even a simple touch. That one might prove to be hard especially if Kelly was floundering and needed my support.
    After stopping in front of an expansive set of wood doors, the receptionist tapped on them. From inside the room, a man’s voice spoke the words, “Please, come in.” She opened both doors for us, and I watched them swing open wide practically hitting the wall behind them as our way was cleared.
    A grand presentation appeared before us as we stood there staring into the conference room , one meant to intimidate and give them the upper hand, I’m sure.
    The long side of the rectangle table was facing us and on the other side of it was Joe, sitting tall, sporting a dominating air and surrounded by his legal team. They looked us over impassively with papers placed purposefully in front of them their hands on the desk folded just waiting to make a move. They put up a good front, appearing ready and prepared, but then again so were we.
    Kelly was protected from their fu ll view as she stood behind Jensen and me, but when she walked around to a chair, I heard a couple gasps from the boys across the aisle. Yes, they saw