“But just so you know, I didn’t grow up with money, so I send a lot back to my family, and for the record, any woman I marry has to sign a prenup.” He mimics my shrug. “Just throwing it out there.” I playfully snap my fingers. “There goes my plan to seduce a hockey player, get him to fall in love with me, and then divorce him for all his money.” He points over his shoulder. “Should I go ahead and leave now?” Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on the marble counter. “That’s probably for the best.”
