"Twenty percent, huh? That's a hell of an offer, sugar." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "How much are we talking here?"
"Let's assume the fortune is split evenly among me, Sylvia, my parents, and a few relatives," he said. "Let's just say twenty percent of my share is enough for you to live the rest of your life in affluence—without ever having to lift another finger."
"This is the weirdest proposal I've ever gotten, but… I'll take it."
Winn gave a curt nod, relief flickering briefly in his eyes before he masked it again behind stoicism. "Good."
"You're buying the dress, aren't you? Because if I'm going to play wife, I might as well look like one hell of a catch walking down that aisle."
"Whatever you need," Winn said without hesitation.
