Page 50 of Buckled in Barbwire

Brody’s stare smolders into mine. “Did I make you sign a prenup?”

My eyes bulge. “Holy shit, you’re crazy.”

“Figured it was the least I could do.”

The reminder of our situation sits like a rock in my stomach. “I’m going to donate every penny to charity.”

His broad shoulders lift carelessly. “Go ahead. It’s your money.”

“I don’t want it.” My hand waves absently at the pristine interior that symbolizes his lifestyle. “I don’t want any of this.”

“A little late for that, wife.”

I’m about to sulk back into silence when a thought occurs to me. My pulse takes off into a gallop. “The horses!”

“What about them?”

My posture goes straighter than a fence post. “Who’s taking care of them while we’re gone?”

“Bianca.”

I freeze. “Bianca?”

“Your best friend,” he drawls.

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Might as well ask me to quit breathing.” His full lips slant into a smirk.

My next exhale is a sputter. “Was that a joke?”

“Must be the champagne.” He glares at the gold liquid as if it’s tainted.

I swat at our digression. “When is Bianca coming home?”

A spark dances in his gaze. “Her flight lands tonight.”

“And you’re just telling me this now?”

“You didn’t ask.”

The urge to throw my drink in his face twitches my fingers. But I couldn’t do that to the Dom. “I very specifically said I didn’t want to get married without my best friend present. We could’ve waited a day.”

“Didn’t know she was headed home until an hour ago.” His nonchalant tone grates at my fraying nerves.

“How is that possible?”

“Colton sucks at using the phone.”

“Why hasn’t Bianca called?” It’s the same question I’ve been asking for almost two weeks.

“You can ask her when we get back.”

“We should turn around.” I make a spinning gesture with my index finger.

“Not happening.” His legs splay wider, almost covering the entire length of the couch. The extreme man-spread makes it clear we aren’t going anywhere.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

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