Page 9 of Kicking it with my Fake Fiancé
“Yes?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“So, what’s going on?” I folded my arm under me and rested my head on it.
“What ifwegot married?”
I sat up, jostling my laptop. “Sorry, come again?”
His grin widened. “There’s this American TV show calledDestination Love. They take international couples and help them get the K-1 visa—the fiancé visa. They’re doing a call for auditions now, and next season, priority will go to queer couples.”
“Only one problem. I’m… not queer.”At least, not openly. The rare passing attraction to a man doesn’t count as queer, does it?
Jared grinned. “Iknow that, andyouknow that, buttheydon’t have to know that.”
I covered my face with one hand. “You’re…”
His grin turned cocky. “A genius?”
“I was going to go with vattnisse, but we can go with yours instead.”
He laughed, his grin widening. “Is that what vattnissemeans?”
“Not even close.”
Jared casually gave me the finger and shook his head. “So, what do you say? Want to get married?”
“I have many, many questions.”
“Starting with?”
Sighing deeply, I racked my brain for where to start. “Do we have to actually get married?”
“Yes. Within ninety days of your arrival to the US, once we get approved.”
“What else?”
“I have to come to Norway for a visit and we have to do interviews to prove we’re really in a relationship.”
“That’s all?”
He shrugged. “I mean, we have to be on TV so we have to make it convincing. But as far as I can tell, it’s as straightforward as that.”
“And how long does this process take?”
Jared bit his lower lip briefly. “The show’s website said they can fast-track visa applications. So maybe… six months? A year? It wouldn’t take any longer than that.”
“From acceptance on the show to our… wedding day? One year?” He nodded and my mind began to race.One year. I could be living in America just a year from now.I could do that, right? I could pretend to love him. Hell, Ididlove him, like a brother at least. We could pretend to be partners for that long. And at the end, I’d be in America with my best friend, like I’d always dreamed.
“One last question—why are you doing this for me?”
His smile faltered. “Can’t a guy just do a favor for his friend?”
I laughed a little. “I know you better than that. Not that you wouldn’t do me a favor, but you’ve never been keen on getting married. Why now?”
He exhaled slowly. “Remember when my manager said I needed to get some attention on my music career?”
I nodded knowingly and cracked a grin. “Ah. Now it all makes sense.” I ran my fingers through my hair as my mind worked through his offer. It felt like I considered it forever before my mind was made up, but Jared sat patiently on the other end of the call, waiting. Finally, I sighed and nodded, against my better judgment. “Okay. I’m in. What do we do next?”
