Page 30 of Burn Bag

“What?”

“Well, you know, here to…be your wife and whatever.”

“And whatever,” he hissed. “Where’s Emily?”

“Oh, she had second thoughts. This isn’t really her thing—being impulsive.”

“But it’s yours?”

I snorted in amusement, considering all the things I’d done over the years. “Uh…yeah, you could say that.”

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, glaring out the window. “How do you know Emily?”

“We’re roommates. Well, sort of.”

“How are you sort of roommates?”

“I was between jobs and sleeping on her couch.”

He grunted, turning back to me. “And what do you do?”

“Um…” I fidgeted, wanting to make a good first impression on him. “I work with animals.”

He seemed surprised by that and not altogether upset. “Well…that’s admirable.”

“Emily said you’re in security?”

He grunted in response and shoved his fingers through his hair. I watched his muscles ripple under his shirt, showing off every inch of his beautiful body. I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath.

“So…what made you decide to do this?”

“Oh, you know,” I chuckled. “Change of scenery.”

“Ever been married before?”

I shook my head, but the look of confusion only grew on his face.

“I just don’t understand why you would do this.”

“Well, have you seen yourself? I’m not sure why you would do this either, but here we are. Married. By the way, don’t we need a marriage license or something?”

“I’ll take care of it,” he mumbled to himself.

“So, what do we do now?”

“Reception. How the hell am I going to explain this to my mother?”

“Oh, leave it to me. I’m great with mothers.”

“You don’t know mine.”

“True.”

His gaze snapped to mine and he frowned. “What about your parents?”

My parents? Hmm, that was an interesting one. “Oh, they’re like me—fly by the seat of their pants. They’re probably in Bora Bora or something.”

“They didn’t care that you were getting married?”

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