Page 189 of The Wrong Play

She frowned at me. “Why?”

I shrugged. “Because I’m a good boyfriend who enjoys spending time with his girl?”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but didn’t argue. “Fine. Let me grab my stuff.”

I smirked as she turned away.Too easy.

Fifteen minutes later, we were at the student ID office. I leaned against the counter while Riley explained her situation to the girl behind the desk, tapping my fingers idly against the surface as I watched.

“Name?” the student worker asked.

“Riley St. James,” she said automatically.

The girl typed a few things, then nodded. “Got it. You’ll just need to pay the replacement fee, and I’ll print it out.”

I handed over my card before Riley could protest. She shot me a look, but I just smiled innocently, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into my side. “Boyfriend duties.”

She sighed but let me get away with it.

The girl behind the desk hit a few more buttons, then stood and walked over to the machine to print the card. A few seconds later, she returned and handed it to Riley. “Here you go!”

Riley barely looked at it before stuffing it into her pocket. “Thank you so much.”

I almost laughed.Babycakes,you’re in for a surprise.

Later that night, I was lying on the bed, flipping through my phone when I heard the sudden rustling of her bag in the other room.

Then silence.

Then, “JACE!”

I bit back my grin, sitting up just as she stormed into our room, her ID held in a death grip between her fingers. “What the hell is this?!”

I blinked innocently. “An ID card?”

She smacked my arm with it. “Why does it say RileyThatcher?!”

I sat up, stretching lazily. “Oh, that’s weird. You sure you didn’t request a name change?”

She gaped at me, looking personally offended. “You know damn well I didn’t.”

I finally let the smirk spread across my face. “Huh. Must’ve been some administrative mix-up.”

She wasn’t buying it.

Her jaw clenched, and she pointed an accusatory finger at me. “You did this! I don’t know how, but you did.”

I just shrugged, unconcerned. “Well, technically, I just nudged the system a little.”

She let out a strangled sound. “Jace, this is serious! I can’t have the wrong name on my official ID! What if I need it for something important? What if I get in trouble?”

I leaned in, lowering my voice, letting the possessiveness drip into my tone. “Relax, babycakes. It’s just one less thing I’ll have to change once we’re married.”

Her eyes went huge. “You’re insane.”

I grinned. “And you’re officially one step closer to being Mrs. Thatcher.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, then just gawked at me in sheer disbelief as I slid off the bed. Riley was still clutchingthe ID like it had personally wronged her. Her face was a mix of disbelief, outrage, and something else—something she was trying really hard to fight.

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