Stiletto heels were made for impressing others. Not for comfort. The heels clicked against the stone floor in a steady rhythm as Bailey debated whether showing up for the marriage contract negotiations without an attorney was really such a good idea. But it was her life. She didn't want a third party analyzing her decision and ironing out the fine details like this was a business decision rather than a love match, even if it was all about business. That would take the last very thin, almost non-existent sliver of romance out of the equation, and Bailey was young girl enough to know she needed that to survive without turning into a totally heartless shell of a woman.
Please, oh please, let Chase Meadows be a different person at home. She didn't know if she could stand it if he was.
Apparently, Chase didn't have the same qualms because she was shown into a conference room lined with a dozen attorneys and assistants.
