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For ninety fucking days, that woman is completely mine.

No takesies-backsies.

This is only the beginning.

I intend to make her mine forever.

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My phone buzzesas I head to the restroom. I grin when I see Ford’s name.

Where the fuck are you?

Just taking care of some paperwork, brother.

Do I even want to know?

Not really.

What did you do?

What makes you think I did something?

Because you’re you.

I almost type “Made the girl I love mine,” but even I have limits. I’m not about to tell Ford I’m head over heels. Not yet.

Plus, giving Ford a heart attack right now won’t help. I need him to help with the wedding plans.

Let’s just say... Allie legally can’t get rid of me for 90 days.

WHAT? HOW?

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, CONNOR?

Nothing. Just got my soon-to-be wife to sign a little contract.

THAT’S MY WIFE’S BEST FRIEND! FFS!

I NEED A DRINK.

I have tequila.

I HOPE ALLIE MURDERS YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!

Not happening, brother. She’s mine.

I grin down at the contract, fold it carefully, and slip it into my wallet.

I’m framing you when I get home.

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ALLISON

Iwake up to the worst headache of my entire existence. A full-body regret kind of tequila-infested,what the actual hell happened last nightlevel misery.

I groan, shift, and bury my face in the pillow.

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