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Then she gently reties her halter top, like my world didn’t just tilt, and climbs back into her seat. I fix my hair. She smooths hers. I start the car again.
She looks out the window, a small smile tugging at her lips.
I grip the steering wheel, still trying to steady my pulse, and all I can think is:
I’m done for.
I’m absolutely done for.
CHAPTER 28
Scottie
ENTHUSIASTICALLY MARRIED
I’m in trouble. The irreversible, life-changing, fuck-up-all-my-plans kind of trouble.
Because I think I’m falling for my husband.
Not a crush.
Not an infatuation.
Not just good dick—though, to be fair, that’s absolutely not helping.
I mean falling.
Giggling, kicking-my-feet, want-to-scream-it-from-the-rooftops falling.
Butterflies-in-my-stomach, heart-racing, can’t-imagine-ever-losing-this feeling falling.
And yeah—it’s fast.
Too fast.
The kind of fast that should terrify me.
And I have no idea what to do about it.
“We’re here,” Gavin says as he makes the turn to go down the long driveway.
Shaking my head, I snap out of my own thoughts and try to focus.
I know we agreed to actually make this relationship real while we’re here, but we still have to appeal to these people. I can’t withdraw and act like I’m confused or distracted because I’m realizing my feelings at the most inconvenient time.
The trees open up and the house comes into view—bigger than I remember. Charming. Warm. The clapboard siding warped by time and weather, but only adding to its appeal.
Parked in the circular driveway, right in front of the wraparound porch, is a car that looks out of place.
A red, sleek, shiny, luxury foreign-looking car with black tinted windows and out-of-state plates.
I only met them the one time, but it doesn’t look like the kind of car Carl and Maggie would drive.
My gaze cuts to Gavin who looks suspicious about it as well.
We step out of the car and before I can fully get my bearings, the front door swings open. Carl is waving alongside Maggie as they stand on the porch.
“Hey there!” Carl calls.
