Page 34 of Blindsided By Fake Love

I can’t wait to see you tonight.

My cheeks hurt from the smirk that splits my face. Since dinner at The Glowing Fork, Beau and I have been in communication every day.

And every day I fall for him a bit more.

The need to know what I said the night we got married is fading. I’m pretty certain it was every secret I kept to myself where he was concerned.

Knowing that I most likely told him I loved him has me cringing, but admitting that to him makes the most sense as to why we got married.

Did he admit that he was in love with me too?

Ugh! I wish I could remember. Shaking my head at the entire situation, my grin gets impossibly bigger.

Kit:

Me too.

When will you be back?

Beau:

I’m leaving for the airport in a little bit.

So a few hours max.

Kit:

See you at 6?

Beau:

Wouldn’t miss it.

Throwing the covers off, I hop out of bed and skip to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and my hair, pulling it into a high ponytail. Once back in my bedroom, I slip on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved, navy T-shirt.

Heading to the kitchen, I grab my purse and keys. As I run down the stairs, a crooked grin creeps on my face at the thought of my grandmother telling me I sound like an elephant. I need to stop in town for a few things I need for dinner.

I’m cooking.

A couple of minutes later, I’m walking through the sliding doors of Harris Teeter, a sly smile resting on my face. It’s not long before I hear murmurs all around me. People are staring and whispering.

I shrug at them, my lips twitching.

It’s not like they don’t have something to talk about; I just don’t have any solid answers other than Beau and I are married.

Making my way around the store, I grab what I want and a few others before I head over to Bean Me Up.

The smell of ground coffee beans and the sound of the frother bring me to another level of happiness.

“Hey, Nora. Can I get my usual?” Nora turns to me with eyes the size of saucers, and my insides lurch. I haven’t been hiding from anyone but haven’t been answering questions either.

“The last time I talked to you, you were marrying Scott,” she whispers as she rings up my order. “What the heck happened?”

“That was the plan.” I shrug and hand over the money for my coffee. Scott can tell everyone what he did, but at this point, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.

She takes the money and stares at me, expecting me to say more. My cheeks pull up, and I stay silent.

“Okay, so then how did you end up married to Beau Matthews?” she asks. I glance around the coffee shop, checking to see if the hum of conversation has stopped or if I’m imagining it.

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