Page 43 of Be My Wife

“I’d love to hear the story,” Levy says.

“Story?” My gaze finds Elizabeth’s.

She scrunches her nose.

“Yeah. How you got together. How it happened?”

“Levy…” I growl out a warning. He knows good and well that Elizabeth and I didn’t fall in love and that we married for my inheritance. Why the hell is he acting a fool?

“I’m sure it was… unique.” He chuckles.

Elizabeth’s skin has turned a shade paler than its usual light brown. She looks on the verge of a full-blown panic.

“How about we save that story for another day?” Reaching out, I grab Elizabeth’s hand and lug her past Levy, past the secretary and into my grandmother’s old office. When the door closes firmly behind me, I let her go.

Elizabeth’s eyes blaze. “Why didn’t you tell me you were Ms. Eldrina’s grandson?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you worked here?”

“This is bad. Very bad.”

“You think?”

“Do you have to stay here?” She tilts her head and begs, “Can’t you just… go somewhere else?”

No.

No, I can’t.

Levy agreed to give me my grandmother’s position. That comes with my grandmother’s pay. I can use my salary to tide the hospital bills over until the week is up.

It’s not the best solution.

But it’s the only one I’ve got.

“I’m sure you can work at the Hawaii offices. I’ve heard Maui is absolutely stunning.” She bobs her head. “Yeah, that’s a great idea. Go to Hawaii.”

I narrow my eyes. “Why don’t you go to Hawaii? Like you said, it’s a beautiful place.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Does it look like I’m in the mood to crack jokes?”

She huffs out a breath.

Her eyes spit lightning.

I’m pissing her off.

But I’m not exactly skipping on rainbows right now either.

“Look, this just got a little more complicated.” She pushes a hand over her forehead and crushes her thick curls beneath her palms. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to fake it at work, but if that’s what we have to do then…” She sighs. Straightens her shoulders. Meets my eyes. “We’ll find a way to survive.”

“Why do we have to fake it? We can just avoid each other.”

She slants me a you’ve got to be kidding look. “Everyone knows we’re married, Brogan.”

“So?”

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