Page 84 of Get A Fix

“Uh-oh.” I grinned at her. “Come on, Jackie, dish the dirt. Have Anna and Tate hit a little bit of a rough patch?”

All the women looked at her, and Bentley even stopped pouring.

“They’ll be fine.” Sienna made that pronouncement, then glanced around the table. “It’s just a little blip.”

No one said a word.

“So Anna should be sitting where I am.”

“Technically,” Sienna agreed.

“What happened?”

She made a face.

“Yeah, what Cooper said,” Jennifer snapped. “Spill, Seni, because clearly Jackie knows.”

After a moment, Sienna leaned forward, and we all followed her lead.

“So apparently, Tate and his parents want to tweak Anna’s prenup just a bit, but Anna’s not budging.”

“Why should Anna budge?” Bentley asked, going back to pouring sangria. “It’s not like she’s some poor college student on a scholarship anymore. She owns the Farraday art gallery in Chelsea, and anyone who shows their work there is guaranteed to sell everything because people who collect art trust Anna.”

“I’m not saying she should budge, but a million dollars per child seems like a lot.”

Bentley passed me my glass, and I took a sip. “Oh, that’s good.”

“Right?” She smiled as our eyes met.

“Bentley,” I said, “please tell me what a million dollars per child means.”

“I was going to ask that myself, thank you,” Bentley said, looking at Sienna.

“It means that if they get a divorce, for every kid Anna popped out, she gets paid a million dollars,” Sienna explained. “Also, she gets half a million for every year they’re married, with a cap of ten.”

“Holy crap.” I chuckled. “Plus child support and alimony?”

Sienna nodded.

“That’s a lot.”

“Yes, but Tate Montgomery the Third’s family can afford it.”

“Gotcha.”

“And Campbell Covington even more than that,” Jackie simpered, lifting her left hand to show me her engagement ring.

“Wow,” I said, admiring the emerald-cut diamond solitaire ring in platinum. It was enormous. “This is gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she nearly purred. “We’re planning on Luttrellstown Castle near Dublin, Ireland.”

“It sounds beautiful,” I said, as I had earlier about the place in France. I had no idea about wedding venues. “I’m sure it will be like a fairy tale.”

Jackie’s eyes were so warm when she looked at me. “I’m so enjoying talking to you and knowing that you’re actually happy for me and not jealous even one bit.”

“Oh, shove it up your ass, Jackie,” Sienna groused at her. “You’re being a bitch.”

I stood up then and switched places with Sienna.