Page 49 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Oh, yes. That could work.

With renewed energy, I wipe her tears before planting my lips against hers.

She gasps before responding to my kiss.

It’s there.

The truth is in her kiss.

Her heart knows what it wants.

It’s her mind that hasn’t dealt with her issues.

But I can help by paying for therapists who can help her work through her parental issues.

Releasing her, I quickly grab everything I think she’ll need while she stands there, gaping at me.

“I may need Connor to get ordained so this isn’t a crime.” I grab her, tossing her over my shoulder, then pick up her luggage.

“What the hell are you doing?” She squirms and kicks, but I have a firm grip on her. “Put me down before you hurt yourself.”

“Oh, honey,” I run down the steps with her over my shoulder. “I lift much heavier than whatever you weigh.”

When I reach the door, I say, “Pretty sure you can’t testify against your spouse for kidnapping. I’ll have Connor get ordained and marry us.”

I whip open the front door, then turn and lock it.

Her body goes still. “W-What did you just say?”

I whistle as I carry her to Gram’s vehicle.

I open the door, toss her luggage in the back, then put her in the passenger seat.

“I’m kidnapping you. And you’re gonna be my wife.” I click the seat belt in place as she stares at me like I lost my damn mind.

Which I may have.

“Wait… what? Wait… kidnapping. Ford, what the hell?”

She goes still.

For a moment, her mouth opens and closes, like her brain is short-circuiting.

I straighten, shutting the door, ignoring her freak out.

She’ll throw a fit now, but she’ll thank me later.

Probably after I fuck her stupid.

I whistle as I walk around the vehicle.

I always imagined marrying her.

I doubt I could convince her stubborn ass to go to the courthouse.

Oh well. She’ll just have to be tied to Gram’s chair while saying her vows.

Because she’s mine.

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