“Why are you looking at me like that?” Aria asked, cutting into her pancakes with exaggerated focus.
Leaning back on the chair, Jerry with a lazy grin playing at the corners of his mouth. “Because you said yes.”
“Don't be full of yourself, I haven’t signed a contract yet.”
He chuckled. “Should I draw one up?”
Aria's smirk betrays her amusement, as she shot him sideways glance. “Don’t tempt me. I’ve written scarier terms than most prenups.”
“Now that’s the woman I fell for.”
As the early morning sun rose, giving off a light, their laughter, loud and smooth, drifted across the rooftop, as the breeze teased Aria’s curls loose from her messy bun.
Jerry raised his head, while sipping his coffee. “You’re not nervous?”
She paused. “Should I be?”
“I don’t know. You’ve fought wars bigger
