Page 46 of The Best Friend Power Play

"O-kay. I never knew your friends are psychic."

I laugh. "They're not. But I just think it's better not to tell them."

"Your call," he says with a wide smile. "Hot girl summer rules are in effect, and you're in charge."

I laugh again as the wind blows through my hair, liking the sound of that.

6

Culver

One pit stop so that I could stretch my legs, and two and a bit hours later, we pull up out the front of a nondescript sandstone building where our civil ceremony will take place.

I don't feel quite right, and it's got nothing to do with the dull, constant pain in my hip. It's more of an unsteady feeling, like when you get off a rollercoaster and it takes you a few seconds to get your bearings once you're back on solid ground.

Except this feeling has lasted for more than a few seconds.

And I can pinpoint the exact moment it started.

Last week.

Hannah's bedroom.

Her wearing my T-shirt.

For some reason, I can't get that image out of my head. It's burrowed its way deep into my subconscious.

Why? I have no idea.

What's the big deal about seeing Hannah wearing my shirt?

And then we had a moment.

Time stood still and it was only her and me in the universe. It might be a cliché, but that's exactly how it felt. I didn't care whether an alarm was going off or whether the whole world was on fire—I was transfixed by Hannah. And judging by the way her eyes lingered on my chest before she looked up and held my gaze, I'd say she felt something, too.

But I'm not an idiot. Whatever moment we had was just that—a moment.

And now it's gone, and here we are, outside a courthouse in Fresno to get married so I can score a ridiculously large amount of money from a man I only ever knew as the man who hurt my mother.

No wonder my thoughts are scrambled. Nothing about this situation is normal.

Hannah's got the right approach to it. She's making it fun. Keeping it simple. Seeing it for what it is—something we're doing for me to get my inheritance.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

I should take a leaf out of her book.

Once my grandfather's money lands in my bank account, we'll get this marriage annulled and go back to how things were before.

That's the plan…so why is that unsteady feeling back?

"You ready?" she asks.

I keep my gaze fixed on the drab building a while longer, then turn to face her. "Let's do it."

We get out of the car and walk inside.

Hannah looks even more incredible than usual today. Her dress clings to her body, accentuating her figure in all the right places. It falls just past her knees, and it moves beautifully as we walk into the building together.

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