Timothy's POV

"With what money?" Penelope laughs bitterly. "I'm a hockey player on a rookie contract and you're cut off from your family funds. We can't afford the kind of lawyers your father has."

"Then we'll figure something else out," I say, refusing to give up. "There has to be a way."

Penelope is quiet, and I watch her looking at the papers, then at me, then at the door the lawyers just left through. I can see her mind working.

"There is a way," she says finally, her voice soft and ...