Page 128 of Some Like It Hot

“Thank you for that,” his father says dryly. “So thoughtful. Even if a text before the pictures went up would have been appreciated.”

Blake laughs. “I’ll send you photos that no one else has seen yet.”

“You’d better!” his mom and sister say in unison.

“I love you guys,” Blake tells them, then laughingly disconnects before they can say anything else.

He looks down at me. He seems happy. Content.

“So, that’s my family.”

“They seem great.”

“They are,” he agrees.

“A little warning would have been nice.” I press a hand to my stomach. “Do you think they believed us?”

“Yes. And…” He clears his throat. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“I guess…being you. Going along with this.” He frowns. “I do hate lying to them.”

I nod. “I don’t even know them and I hate lying to them.” I feel trepidation swoop through my belly. “It will be okay though. This is still the best way to handle this, right?”

He shrugs. “Too late now. We did it.”

Yeah. We did it. For real. Whether we intend “til death do us part” or not, we are actually legally married.

Actually, I know he doesn’t intend forever. That is just my wishful thinking.

I don’t want this to feel like a mistake.

It’s not Blake’s fault it took us getting married for me to recognize that I truly love him. The last thing in the world I want to do is make him feel trapped in our relationship because I went and caught feelings.

I’m going to keep my mouth shut and enjoy whatever time I have left with Blake.

He squeezes my knee, but it doesn’t feel sexual. It feels a little reassuring, mostly absent-minded. He’s looking at his phone again.

My own phone is missing.

I was late getting ready for our appointment at the courthouse and I couldn’t find it so I just left without it, trusting Blake would handle everything.

On the one hand, I’m glad I don’t have it, because I’m not sure I could deal with dozens of notifications and news spreads on social media. But at the same time, my phone always gives me an excuse to mindlessly scroll and not have to just sit in a town car in my feelings while my legal, but fake husband, ignores me.

I adjust the bodice on my dress. My tits look great, but I didn’t lift my skirt enough when I sat down and now the dress is dragging toward my stomach, exposing quite a bit of cleavage.

Blake makes a sound in the back of his throat.

A glance over shows he’s noticed all the bouncing and adjusting. His eyes are narrowed, his hand scrubbing over his beard.

Oh, I know that look.

I give him a flirty smile. “See something you like?”

He nods, slowly. “My gorgeous wife, that’s what I see.”

Wife.

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