Paperwork arrived faster than I expected, a thick draft contract landing in my inbox exactly four days after Ronan promised it, complete with formal Ashgrove letterhead and enough legal language to keep even my own attorneys occupied for the better part of an afternoon. I read through every clause twice, my business instincts sharpening with each page, spotting exactly where the document offered generous protection and exactly where it remained frustratingly vague about specifics.
Talia leaned over my shoulder as I marked up the draft with careful red annotations, her expression shifting between admiration and mild concern as she watched me work. "You're not just accepting protection," she observed. "You're restructuring the entire relationship."
"I'm making sure this contract protects u
