Page 107 of Finding Lord Landry

“Do you know what Kenji’s planning?” I demanded.

“Yep,” Foster said.

I huffed. “He hasn’t replied to my text in twelve hours. And I know my phone is working because I got texts from Nan and Cora as soon as I landed.”

“He’s busy,” Foster said.

When nothing more was forthcoming, I prompted, “Doingwhatexactly?”

After several more minutes of silence, I turned to the usually chatty sheriff. “Okay, what’s going on? Why are you in a pissy mood? You’re usually chipper and cheerful.”

Andflirty, but I didn’t say that since I didn’t want to imply I’d be into it. Foster was handsome as fuck but was about as toppy as they came, and more to the point, he wasn’t Kenji Toma.

Foster cut his eyes to mine. “Have you ever had to sit through a wedding right after you’d gotten your heart stomped on?”

I blinked. “Uh, no? Why?” I glanced over at his stormy expression with a combination of panic and amusement.

Is he looking for relationship advice? From… me?

Foster didn’t reply.

“I’d ask who’s getting married, but I didn’t think you’d been dating anyone,” I went on. “So I assume this is a… metaphor of some kind?”

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Not dating. I just… I met a guy.” He gritted his teeth and kept his eyes on the road. “Why are all the best men straight? And what kind of shitty-fucking fuckery is it for me to finally find someone who lit my fucking fire, only to find out he was fuckingengaged? To awoman!”

I was having trouble following his disjointed complaints. “And you have to go to his wedding?”

“No! Jesus.” He turned to me with a furrowed brow. “I’m going toyourwedding, you idiot.”

My hand rubbed down over my mouth and chin as I tried rearranging the conversation to make it make sense. It didn’t work.

“I’mgetting married?” My heart kicked into a furious rhythm. “Are you sure?”

Foster snorted. “Sure as the sunrise,” he said as he turned down the driveway to Dev and Tully’s ranch house. “Fastest wedding planning in Majestic history. But don’t you worry. I bet Kenji magicked you a good one.”

I stared at him for a long moment, jaw gaping, then turned my stare out the windshield.

I’d known Kenji would have a plan—a plan any war general would envy, complete with troop movements of his assistants, billionaires deployed like operatives, and multiple redundancies. I’d even assumed part of the plan involved fabricating some kind of marital proof.

It hadn’t occurred to me that he’d plan us anactual fucking weddingwithout giving me advance notice.

Or, say, verifying that I’d be in attendance.

I hid my grin by turning toward the northern sky. “Yeah. He would have, wouldn’t he?”

As soon as we pulled up beside the house, the front door burst open. Kenji came rushing down the steps to my side of the vehicle.

I jumped out and reached for him immediately. “Baby?—”

He held up his hand, stepping back, though his eyes danced. “Don’t you start with thebabiesright now, mister. We’re on a schedule. Anna Kincaid is going to be here with her television crew in thirty minutes, and if we’re not married by then, none of this will work.”

“Married?” I was grinning madly. Couldn’t stop myself. “Is this a proposal? Aren’t you supposed to get on a knee?”

“Judge Whiteplume is willing to backdate the paperwork, but he insists on it not being a complete lie, so…” Kenji glanced behind us to make sure Foster couldn’t overhear, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “…wife me now, Lord Landry, and I’ll get on my knees later.” He winked.

Since there was nothing I wanted more, I couldn’t pretend to disagree, even in jest. I grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him into me for a single hard kiss.

“Okay,” I said softly. Happiness filled me like cotton candy on steroids.

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