Page 43 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“It’s neither here nor there. It’s done, and this room is too romantic. Keep that in mind for next time.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“Good.”

I lean forward and place my elbows on my knees as one arm hangs in front of me.

“Anything else to report?” I ask.

“No, sir. Well…”

“What is it?”

“I know this marriage is all a sham, but one question, if you don’t mind.”

“I never mind; you know that.”

“Why didn’t you have her sign the papers? You’re normally too cautious for your own good.”

My eyes widen slightly at the question. I did walk right into that one.

“I have no goddamn idea.”

Rob chuckles.

“Have a good night, sir.”

“Night.”

I toss my phone onto the table with our drinks and get up to remove my suit jacket and tie. After discarding them, I undo a couple of top buttons on my dress shirt and roll up my sleeves.

“Still as beautiful as it was earlier,” Cara murmurs.

My line of sight veers toward where she stands, and my breath is taken away. I see Cara in the most dressed-down version of her I could imagine. A black sweater with black jeans and a pair of wedged black tennis shoes.

“Take a seat.”

“If you insist,” she says with a small laugh.

Cara sits down next to me and picks up her drink. She waits for me to follow as she holds it in the air.

Taking mine, I mimic her pose.

“To us,” she says.

“To us, Mrs. Sinclair,” I say with a smirk.

Taking a sip, I let the brown liquid burn as it goes down my throat. Cara eyes me suspiciously as she takes a sip of hers.

“Ready for tomorrow?” she asks.

“You know how it goes.”

“I do.”

Cara looks out to the ocean.

“Something wrong?”

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