Page 54 of The Paid Wife: A Lesbian Romance
it was there at all. Because she didn’t. Care. She wasn’t
apprehensive about this plan at all. She was just in it for the
money.
“So?” she asked casually, still twirling her hair.
Emily gave her a smile that rivaled the sun. “Now I go
home and wait for my parents to get back and I tell them. If
they’re not willing to cave right away, then I’ll have to think of
something else. Family dinner or something.”
“Whoa,” Dani protested, putting the brakes on hard. “You
said a few minutes here and there. Definitely not family
dinner. I’m not going to one of those. Your parents would
probably season my plate with rat poison.”
“Jesus.” Emily seemed truly taken aback at that. “They
would not!”
“They’d certainly give me frigid stares all evening. Twenty
minutes. That’s my max limit. If I have to meet them for you
to convince them that I’m real, then fine.”
Emily had her purse slung over her shoulder. She brushed
strands of her sandy hair out of the way, opened up the clasp,
and fished out their wedding certificate. “I have this to prove
it’s real.”
“Don’t lose that,” Dani groaned. “I don’t want to have to go
through a bunch of chaos when we go to get an annulment.”
Emily’s tone changed, and there was an unmistakably
protective edge. “I won’t lose it.”
“Uh, okay.” Dani had rarely felt more awkward in her life.
She toed the concrete with her black canvas high tops. When
she looked up, Emily had that same bright, hopeful smile back
in place.
She clearly didn’t mind that Dani had worn an ugly, ripped,
