At least she didn’t beat around the bush, Scooter supposed.
Which left him with a conflict of interests. He couldn’t accuse her of anything; she wasn’t lying or pretending to mend fences or even trying to guilt him into anything. Not that she had to. Scooter knew his own tendency to feel guilty about just about damn near everything.
On the one hand, he had money. Or he would, as soon as he and Andy tied the knot in less than two weeks. That thought always made him smile, just a bit. He was very, very much looking forward to having a husband. Legally, if he wanted to approach it that way, he would still have some money if Andy broke the engagement off now; it was part of the prenup. Scooter had rolled his eyes, but Andy had insisted that breach of contract was a legitimate thing. Not, Sco
