Page 97 of Marrying Off My Husband

“I’ll handle it, Spence. You just worry about that lighthouse date.” I slid behind the wheel, fired my engine, and tore off down the driveway.

The cool breeze that fluttered my fiery hair did little to calm my nerves. In fact, with every mile that passed, I grew more and more agitated.

That sister really did a number on Eve, and now she was wrecking my plans to marry off my husband to that sweet, sweet girl.

“Not in my world, darlin’,” I growled through clenched teeth as my tires screeched as I took the turn on nearly two wheels.

Seconds later, I pulled up in front of Audrey’s apartment. After she’d crashed one of Eve’s dates, I’d made it a point to know where she lived in case I needed to keep an eye on her. And now I was glad I did.

After parking, I slammed my car door closed and pounded my way across the sidewalk and into her building. Wasting no time, I took the stairs to the second floor, found her door, and smacked my fist against it.

No one answered for a moment, and I tried again. This time a lock disengaged, and the door swung open.

Audrey stood on the other side, her features settling into an unimpressed frown. “You. What do you want?”

“Yes, me,” I answered, anger sharpening my voice. “I want you to stay away from Eve.”

Audrey’s features twisted with disbelief before she started to laugh, morphing her expression with amusement as she crossed her arms. “You’re joking.”

“I am deadly serious. Stay away from Eve.”

“She’s my sister, you dingbat. I’m not staying away from her.”

“Oh? Well, she deserves a much better sister than you. You need to stop filling her head with all your vile nonsense about Spencer.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Audrey shot back.

“Don’t you?” I cocked my head, my hands falling to my hips. “Look me in the eyes and deny that you’re the one who riled her up with the nonsense about Spencer and I falling for each other.”

Audrey rolled her eyes. “Come on. You know I’m right. I’m just protecting my sister. I don’t know if this is some kind of sickgame you rich people play or what, but this is weird no matter which way you slice it.”

“It’s not. Spencer and I are not in love. But Spencer and Eve are. And they are going to get married and live happily ever after.” I crossed my arms, a haughty expression on my face.

“Wow, you’re delusional.”

“I am not. I can see it between them. They’re a perfect match.”

Audrey cackled again. “Eve isn’t really a perfect match for anyone, but yeah, you keep telling yourself that. And when you’re still hitched to Spencer at the end of this, we’ll see who’s right.”

“I am not staying married to Spencer,” I insisted.

“Why wouldn’t you? I mean, I get it…he’s not hot. But he’s rich. Problem solved. Just…close your eyes and think of all the zeros in his bank account.”

“Spencer is a doll, but that’s beside the point. I don’t need his money, I have my own, you twit.”

Audrey screwed up her face. “You’re rich, too?”

“Yes. So, I am not staying married to Spencer. He is going to marry Eve. And I want you to stay out of their relationship.”

Her gaze fell, her forehead creasing.

I could see the gears turning in her little opportunistic mind. “Stay away from them, Audrey, so help me–”

Audrey’s ringing phone interrupted my threat. She dug it from her pocket and swiped to accept the call. “Audrey Dawson.”

A second later, her features twisted. “What? Is she okay?”

She pressed a hand against her forehead. My stomach dropped at her panicked tone. What was happening?

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