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to marry Evie now could put him in legal difficulties later when he did sue for custody. She could use this moment against him later, claiming she’d offered him the chance to claim paternity and he’d refused.
    The fact she had money—and a powerful family—added a degree of difficulty to the situation. If on the off-chance she did decide to fight him in the future, she’d have the wherewithal; he didn’t need to give her any additional ammunition.
    That was a slim chance anyway. Her family probably wouldn’t want a reminder of Evie’s mistake. They wouldn’t want his less-than-blue-blood or his blue-collar DNA sullying the Harrison bloodline.
    But marrying Evie would give him all kinds of rights and give him some control over the situation. If Evie proved to be a good mother, he didn’t have to divorce her, and his child could grow up with two parents. People married for less noble causes and managed to live somewhat harmoniously. She’d called it a business arrangement. Crude wording, but true.
    Decision made, he took a pen out of his pocket and drew a line through the divorce settlement clause and initialed the change. “You’ll need to initial that before you sign. We can get it witnessed and notarized when we get our marriage license.”
    He didn’t realize how tense Evie was until he saw her close her eyes as the relief washed over her. When she openedthem, the relief there was tempered by an uncertain discomfort and cautious disbelief.
    Nick knew exactly how she felt.
    Dear Lord, was she actually going to do this? Evie felt a weight lift off her shoulders only to be replaced by a strange sick feeling in her stomach. She’d spent all her time working on the plan to get Nick to agree, but she hadn’t thought beyond that. Marrying Nick sounded so good in theory—the baby would know its father, she wouldn’t have to face the press—but now that it was about to become reality, she was afraid she was about to make a huge mistake.
    For both her and the baby. This baby wouldn’t lack for anything, and she worried now that bringing Nick into the situation instead of just facing the music alone might not be the best idea in the long run.
    Because this Nick wasn’t the one she remembered. The fun-loving, laid-back Nick of a few weeks ago had been replaced by a man with a hard jaw who very early on in this “meeting” had began to look at her with what she could only describe as distaste. And she didn’t understand why.
    After all, she’d worked very hard to make her proposal as palatable for him as possible. She’d rehearsed this; she wasn’t coming to him all needy or trying to play on his conscience. She was offering him a very fair arrangement, and he was acting like…like…
    His sarcasm, the cold bite in his words, the way he was scowling at her… Ugh. Topped with the cool efficiency as he flipped through the prenup and discussed details…She almost backed out of the whole plan because she’d be better off dealing with Will than Nick. At least she knew how to handle Will when he got like this.
    For someone whose plan was coming together, who was getting exactly what she wanted, she felt as if she wasstrapped in a guillotine, unsure whether she dreaded or welcomed the fall of the blade. She gave Nick one more chance to back down. “Are we really going to do this? Like right now? ”
    One dark brow arched at her. “Why wait? This was your idea, not mine. Cold feet already?”
    Yes. “No, not at all.” Now what? Lighten the mood, that’s what. “So…what do we do? Go to the courthouse? Elvis at a drive-through?”
    Nick thought for a moment, and Evie would have given her trust fund to know exactly what was going through his mind. “I actually have a few things to do first. Give me a couple of hours and then we’ll go.”
    A couple of hours. She felt the guillotine blade slide a little bit. That short of a reprieve wouldn’t give her much time to get her head sorted back out. “Okay.”