Sharona blinked, processing. "So I get everything?"
"Yes," he said, smiling lazily. "If he dies… and you've been married to him for ten years."
Her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
"Yup," Raphael said simply.
Sharona leaned back, arms crossing beneath her breasts. "Ten years? Nothing sooner?"
Raphael shrugged. "Do you plan on having a child for him?"
She barked out a dry laugh. "Uh, I don't think he plans on having a child with me either. Hell, I don't even think he plans on having sex with me ever again."
Raphael's grin widened. "Cold bed, huh?"
"Freezing," Sharona said. "He barely looks at me. And I had to leave the house today back to my apartment."
"So," Raphael said. "The deal still stands? I get you information, I get twenty percent?"
"We are going to be stupidly rich, Raphael. Stupidly," Sharona said, letting the word roll around her mouth. She loved the sound of it — the way stupidly made everything feel childish and decadent at once.
