Page 11 of Marrying Mr. Majestic

But when I saw that big-ass law enforcement officer put his hands and mouth on my… on Waylon, I couldn’t help but see red.

“You told me you were straight,” I snapped.

His eyes widened. The man was even more beautiful than I remembered. “I am straight.”

I waved his hat in the direction of the tall fucker in the uniform shirt and duty belt, trying hard not to remember whiskey-flavored kisses on the dance floor. “All your local cops kiss their mayor like that?”

I bit my tongue against my pique. I hadn’t come here to lecture this man about anything. And at this rate, I was going to anger him right into refusing to sign the papers. I needed him docile, not annoyed. “Sorry,” I clipped. “None of my business.”

“Well…” His lips curved up a little. “You are my husband.”

Surprisingly, the word husband didn’t bother me coming from Way like it had when Kenji said it. In fact, hearing it now, I felt an odd sense of weight lifting. His tease reminded me of how easy I’d been in his company that night, how comfortable I’d felt around him.

“True,” I said, stepping closer and studying him. He looked tired and a little worn down. His eyes were wary, as if he was bracing for the difficult conversation ahead of us. “Uh… hi.”

This was incredibly awkward. I wanted to touch him in some way, reach for his hand, give him a hug, or… hell… press a kiss over the same spot on his cheek if only to wipe all trace of that other man’s kiss off him.

“Hey,” he said, face softening to a grin that made my stomach clench. “You sure showed up fast.”

I lifted one eyebrow. “Would’ve been even faster if you hadn’t run out yesterday morning and made me track you down.”

“I… I had to get back. Mayor stuff.” Way winced. “And… yeah, I guess I might’ve been a little freaked-out. What do you say to the man you accidentally married?”

His honesty made my annoyance soften further. “Ended up being a little more than a casual encounter, hmm?”

Way laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “You could say that.”

“Yeah,” I said stupidly. I glanced down at the papers in my hand and cleared my throat. “I, ah… I figured we could knock this out before I fly back east.”

Way glanced down, too, and quickly lost his smile. “Oh. Is that…? Yeah. Well, uh…” He seemed hesitant, which immediately set alarm bells ringing.

“You do want to dissolve this marriage,” I pushed. “Correct?”

“Yeah, yes! Of course I do. It’s just…” He looked around as if remembering we were still standing where others might be able to hear us. “Come in my office.”

I followed him past an empty desk and into a private office. The sign on the door read Mayor Waylon H. Fletcher, and I had to bite back a snicker that someone this young and somewhat naive was the mayor of anything. It was a testament to how tiny this town was. It had a sum total of six stoplights as far as I could see, and several heads had turned to stare at me outside as if it was obvious I was new in town.

When Way took a seat behind his desk, I sat the papers in front of him. “Already printed. My signature’s been notarized.”

His eyes snapped up to mine. “Not notarized here, though, right? Tell me Nicki at the post office wasn’t the one who?—”

“No. My assistant flew in and met me in Vegas. He’s a notary.” I pressed my lips closed and suppressed a groan. Could I possibly sound richer? Jesus, Silas. “I mean… he was coming to Vegas anyway. For a thing.”

Way studied the top page for only a second before glancing up at me. “Park County, Wyoming. You want to file here? No. No way. We’re not divorcing in Wyoming, Silas. It has to be Delaware.”

I frowned. “Why? Delaware has a waiting period of six months after we file. Wyoming doesn’t have a waiting period. I want this done.” I obviously didn’t mention the statement of net worth that would be required in almost any state. Kenji’s entire battle plan relied on a podunk judge overlooking the fact my statement would be thin on details.

Way shook his head. “I want it done, too, but I can’t do it here.” He gestured to his office door and lowered his voice. “Judge Whiteplume might keep this to himself, but his clerk absolutely will not. And as soon as she knows, everyone in town knows.”

I’d expected a homophobic reaction, and here it was. “And everyone in town will judge you for marrying a man?”

His chin jutted out. “No, asshole. They’ll judge me for marrying a stranger. Some guy I picked up in a bar when I was drunk!”

I felt like a jerk for assuming the worst, but I was strangely relieved to have him treat the gay part of this like it was no big deal. “People make mistakes, Way. It was a mistake.”

“First of all, I don’t make mistakes. This town counts on me to not bring scandal and drama, okay? We had enough of that with our last mayor. But also, I’m trying to land a big outdoor adventure race here in town, and I can’t have the powers that be at AdventureSmash finding out I’m embroiled in a… a… drunken Vegas marriage. So, we’ll have to do it in Delaware and wait the six months.” He glared at me, the sweet, naive cowboy suddenly taken over by the stressed town mayor. “And no one here will find out.”

I considered him for a long moment. Waylon was someone I wanted to trust. He seemed like a genuine, upright guy. But I’d been down that road before and had gotten burned very badly. People weren’t always what they seemed, and even if they were, sometimes people were desperate enough to cross even their own lines.

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