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“Maybe reckless, messy little girls are my type,” he says sarcastically.

“I’m not little. And I’m not a girl.” From the glower, I definitely don’t think I’m his type, either. Because there’s no denying that I am both reckless and messy.

“Younger than me.” He recites my birthdate. “Memorized it in the back of a cop car. Had to learn about my wife-to-be somehow. Still some gaps in my understanding of how we fell in love, though. You want to fill me in on the rest of this story?”

“I didn’t get that far.”

“All right. Then we’ll do this together. It was love at first sight. I thought you were an angel, and before we knew it, I was grinding against you and promising to fill you with babies.”

“I’m not going to tell a judge that you…you…”

He rolls his hips, pushing that obscenely thick cock against my ass. “Demonstrated my need to breed you?”

“Stop that.”

“Remember, you love me. You want to marry me. And I want to marry you because you’ve got good breeding hips.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“Does it feel like I’m joking?”

Before I can answer that, the sheriff’s deputy is back, and he’s opening the cell door. “Your lawyer is here.”

CHAPTER 4

ZANE

I dump Daisy on her feet. “Excellent. Let’s go.”

As we approach the public area of the sheriff’s office, her parents jump to their feet. Daisy’s back stiffens as her mother reacts to the sight of us, her eyes narrowing. I can practically hear the judgemental hiss and I have no idea what this woman thinks she’s doing in life or as a parent, but it’s not right.

No matter what Daisy has done, she doesn’t deserve to be treated like this by the woman who brought her into this world.

“What is happening?” Her voice is as judgemental as the rest of her, and her head pivots back and forth like a possessed ceramic doll between us and the well-dressed woman in a suit who is waiting for us at the counter.

My lawyer, I presume.

“My clients would like to clear up whatever misunderstanding has happened here, and then I trust they can be released without charges,” she says crisply.

“You’ll have to see the judge about that,” the deputy replies.

“The judge,” Daisy says happily. “Yes!”

From the way she exclaims that, I’m guessing this is the whole reason we’re here in Jackpot, Nevada.

“Yes, we’d like to see him and clear all of this up. I onlyborrowedthe truck because it was time sensitive to go and pick up my fiancé.” She looks up at me and visibly swallows nervously. “Zane.”

I wrap my arm around her, and this time she’s a little less stiff. We’re working on this whole roleplaying thing.

She presses her face into my shoulder and mumbles for my ears only, “The judge is TikTok famous for stuff like this.”

“Like what?” I murmur back, brushing a kiss on her forehead.

“Romantic gestures always soften his judgements.”

“That’s a big gamble.”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

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