"We need an agreement," Georgia said, her voice calm but commanding. "A contract. Something binding… so we both know exactly what we're getting into."
Nick raised a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slow, amused smirk. "Always the businesswoman. I like that. So what are you proposing?"
"One year," she replied without hesitation. "We will stay married for one year. After that, we go our separate ways."
Nick's gaze narrowed with interest. "One year… tempting, but not quite enough. It won't take just a year to flush out the person who framed me or find your brother's killer. And it definitely won't be enough time for me to recover the money I'll use to wipe out your debt with the Davises."
He leaned in. "Let's stay married until both goals are met, justice and payment. No loopholes. No escape clauses. Just results."
Georgia met his gaze. "Okay. You clear your name, and I get justice for my brother. My debt is paid, and you get every cent back. Win-win."
