Page 34 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I laugh as I step up the last step.

I would actually die of laughter if I ever saw Mr. Prim and Proper in anything other than a suit. Our days living together in marital bliss are going to be something else. What does a dressed-down Grant even look like?

I try to contain my amusement as I open the doors.

Stepping inside, I look around to find the courthouse entrance surprisingly packed. As I scan the room for Grant or Ruby, my eyes freeze on the man across the hall.

Grant is dressed in a tuxedo, one of the better ones I’ve seen him in. With his slightly graying, deep-black hair styled nicely, he looks like any bride’s dream come true.

I have to keep reminding myself that this man is my fake husband.

My future husband wouldn’t do the things that Grant has done to me. He wouldn’t talk so brashly to me. He wouldn’t tell me all the lies I’ve been told.

Then I smirk.

Okay, maybe he would talk dirty to me, but I’d like to keep that kind of banter for my future husband.

As I slowly continue forward, Grant does the same until we’ve both walked the remaining distance, meeting in the middle.

Maybe a positive sign of what could be.

“Cara.”

“It’s Cara today?” I ask with a cock of my eyebrow.

“Can’t be my lucky charm. That’s for the field.”

“Then just Cara works.”

“There’s nothingjustabout you today, Cara.”

Grant’s eyes scan the length of my body, starting from my heels, then up my long legs until finally, his gaze is back on my eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he rasps.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

My throat feels constricted as heat crawls up my cheeks.

“You look handsome.”

Grant grins widely.

“What?” I ask.

“So there is a first time for everything.”

My eyebrows furrow together as I try to understand what jab he’s making.

“What?” I ask again.

“A compliment from Cara Collins. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh, stop,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

I bite down on my lower lip to try and contain my smile. Without giving anything away, I search the room for Ruby and see her inside a glass office with someone who has to be the judge and Grant’s assistant.

“Is that where we’ll be?” I ask, looking back up at him.

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