18 Chapter 18

“Give us a minute, Mr. Abbott,” Armand said graciously.

“You have yet to tell me what this entails. I’m just a potter from the Jersey Shore. I don’t do rich. If you expect a mannequin, you have the wrong man.”

“You will need to attend some meetings with me, help me with the pack, just as one husband would do for another. You can do as much or as little as you wish. As far as the money is concerned, as soon as I marry you under the laws of the loup-garou, what is mine is yours. Please don’t fight me on this. You will give far more than you receive.”

Still stubborn, Sean said, “We’ll see how it goes. I’ll accept your help and the wardrobe for the time being, since you insist I need it, but after I start to work, I contribute. I know I can’t possibly match what you give to the relationship, but I will give something.”