Katherine rolled her eyes. "Well, I know exactly what I want, and I know who I want to play with."
Cassandra kept her fingers woven through Martin's. "I was serious about the prenuptial agreement."
"I know. Martin can answer you." Katherine shrugged out of the fitted dark coat she had worn upstairs and let it fall across the arm of the couch. Then she caught the hem of her top between her fingers. "I'm done talking for a while."
Before either of them could ask what she meant, she began drawing the fabric up her stomach.
"No, I wouldn't hate you," Martin said. He kept his eyes on Cassandra, though Katherine was making that increasingly difficult. "If we ever got that far, I wouldn't be insulted because you wanted to protect what you'd built."
Some of the tension eased from Cassandra's face. "Thank you."
