Page 37 of Tell Me All Your Lies

He steps forward, and I notice that same look from earlier has returned to his face. It’s powerful and means more to me than he probably realizes.

As he goes in to kiss me, my heartbeat quickens. Before he places his lips on mine, he pauses.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Grant gives me a slight gesture before our lips connect. Fireworks ignite in my body as our connection holds. It’s as if sparks are going off everywhere from this slight touch, and I can’t get enough.

The way his smooth lips feel against mine is undeniable. If it were anyone else I was experiencing this next-level kiss with, I would naturally want to deepen it.

I pull back, needing to get away from the all-consuming feeling of wanting more and watch as a startled look flickers over Grant’s expression.

This time, as I stare into his eyes, there’s no confusion as to what I’m seeing. Grant looks exactly the way I must look to him, utterly taken aback by what just transpired between us.

Ruby and Rob clap beside us, bringing us out of our lust-filled haze.

“Now, time for the paperwork,” Sam says as he walks behind his desk. Grant and I take the two seats in front of it as Ruby and Rob stand nearby.

I feel as though the fireworks are still shooting off underneath my skin just from being in his proximity after that kiss.

“Here is the marriage license. If you can sign here, and Mrs. Sinclair, if you can please sign here,” Sam says nonchalantly.

It’s the first time that I’m being referred to as Mrs. Sinclair. The idea of it suddenly doesn’t seem as far-fetched as it did minutes ago.

“And then, if you two can please sign here and here,” Sam says to Ruby and Rob.

“Are you okay?” Grant whispers to me.

“Yes,” I murmur.

“Good.”

Sam places the certificate in front of Grant before trying to find another set of paperwork.

“And here is the prenuptial agreement. I take it all attorneys have seen it?” Sam asks.

My eyes nearly bug out of my head as I focus on Grant.

“You want a prenup?” I croak.

Grant studies me for just a moment before looking at Sam.

“This will no longer be necessary,” he says as he stands.

I stand up as well, still in confusion. That’s a sudden change of pace.

“It’s okay if you do. My team recommended it as well,” I add.

I need to play the role of Cara Collins, private contractor extraordinaire, not Cara Collins, lovesick bride. If Grant wants this, I will sign it with no ill will.

Grant cups my shoulders in his hands, and the warmth sets off sparks all over again. He rubs his hands gently on them.

“I understand.”

Two simple words that hold so much meaning.

In a haze, I gesture my gratitude.

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