“You don’t need glasses to sign your own name,” he laughed.

“I never sign legal documents I have not read thoroughly,” I said.

“It’s just a standard tax form, Alyssa.”

His tone took on a sharp, hard edge for a brief moment.

He caught himself instantly and forced his voice back into a gentle hum.

“Keep it here and look it over tonight,” he said.

He picked up his briefcase and stepped toward the heavy front door.

“I’ll send a courier to pick it up tomorrow before nine.”