Page 41 of Resist Me (Forget the Past 3)

ChapterFourteen

LUNA

My future husband waits on the curb inside the terminal.

Might as well start calling him that now, I figure.

Other people might struggle to find their passenger, but mine stands a head above everyone else. It helps that he’s not passing the time waiting by staring down at his phone. Charlie searches the approaching cars.

Looking for me.

I’m at the airport to pick up my fiancé. Never thought that would be a scenario I live out.

Through the windshield our eyes catch. Then Charlie hits me with his beautiful, wide grin that shines brightly in this dingy terminal.

Something in my chest does a weird flip-flop. Definitely not my heart though. That’s not allowed.

I maneuver to the curb and throw my car in park before climbing out to help Charlie with his two massive rolling suitcases. Considering that he’s moving his entire life across the Atlantic, I’d say he packed light.

“Hey! No need to get out, I’ve got this.” He waves me off, but I’m not daunted by polite refusals of help.

“You get one, I’ll get the other,” I counter while popping open the trunk.

Charlie doesn’t bother arguing anymore, letting me grab his other bag and heft the thing into my car.

Smart man.

Once we’re settled in our seats and pulling onto the highway, Charlie shifts his body toward mine.

“How is everything?”

With traffic heavier at this time of day, I have to keep my eyes fully on the road, which means I don’t get to stare at the attractive man in my passenger seat while we talk. Guess that doesn’t matter too much. If everything sticks to the plan, I’ll have a good year to ogle him.

No, I scold myself.No ogling allowed. This is just business.

“A lot of your boxes arrived, and none looked like they sustained damage. I have them all in my guest room. Well, your room now.”

“No stipulation in the will about us sharing a bed?”

My heart rate accelerates faster than the speed of the car. “Did you think there was?”

Charlie’s already dark skin grows darker with his blush. “N-no! Of course not. Just a joke.”

I focus on the road and try to dismiss the stray thought of what it would be like to slide under the covers with Charlie. I wonder if he sleeps in a shirt and shorts. Or just boxers.

Or nothing at all.

I shove the thought from my mind.

“No. She didn’t go that far. No proof of our marriage getting consummated is needed.”

Awkward silence descends between us, which does not bode well for our marriage.

“This is weird, huh?” Charlie’s question pulls me out of my head. “I mean, we’re going from zero to sixty. Maybe more than sixty. I don’t know what speed a fake marriage is, but it’s definitely something that takes easing into.” The laughter in his voice soothes my nerves, and I grin over at my new partner as we slow down for a stoplight.

“Yeah. Not sure how to prepare for this.”

He squints at me. “You’re telling me you have no prior experience with fake marriages?”

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