Page 5 of Blindsided By Fake Love

A finger gently lifts my chin, but I squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to let him see how humiliated I am. But I can’t stop a tear from rolling down my cheek. A rough finger wipes it away gently, and a sigh falls from me.

“Kit, please,” Beau’s deep voice is gentle and pleading. “Look at me.”

Unable to refuse the beseeching tone, I look up and nearly fall into the emotions I see reflected in his gaze.

“I promise I will fix this. I’ll call my attorney and have him reach out to you immediately. We’ll get this marriage annulled. And I’ll tell every one of our fourteen witnesses that if they breathe a word of anything that happened, I’ll make up some ridiculous locker room stories and leak them all to the press.”

I stare at him, unable to form words with all the thoughts galloping through my head. They’re moving so fast I can barely grasp them.

But there’s one that won’t stop repeating.

This is the man I could’ve married years ago.

Dang Luna Larkin.

Chapter Three

Beau

“Okay?”Isay,voicesoft.

Kit is staring at me like a deer in headlights, and all I want to do is kiss the worry I see written all over her face away. Let her know I’ll take care of everything. That with how we said we still care about each other, we can get through anything.

But just like that one night, I don’t dare do that.

She doesn’t remember any of it. And I’m not forcing myself into her life.

My stomach spirals, and I have a metallic taste in my mouth. But it’s not from the hangover.

Last night, we cleared the air. We talked about what happened that summer night when we decided to try dating. About Luna. What I regretted most. Everything.

The clincher? She told me the same.

The wedding? Well, that part’s a bit hazy…the thirty minutes away from the room made me realize I want this second chance. But it’s now clear that she doesn’t.

Swallowing hard, I run a thumb against her soft cheek, knowing this will be the last time I touch her. The ache in my chest is palpable.

Meeting her gaze, my gut tightens.

Nodding, I say, “I got this.”

Staring at me a moment longer, Kit nods slowly before staring at her folded hands and whispering. “I’m just so embarrassed.”

“Why? You stole the show last night.” The lightness in my tone belies the heaviness in my chest.

The glare she gives me makes me grin. This scowl is the Kit I’m used to. The same expression that happened anytime she saw me in the hallway.

“So…” Taking the focus off our short marriage, I change the topic. “What have you been up to since the last time I saw you?”

“You mean last night?” Her mouth quirks, and a brow lifts.

My grin widens, and I laugh softly. “Since high school, dork.”

I missed this back-and-forth with her. The thrill that would course through me anytime I would see her and try to get a rise out of her. I lived for it.

It wasn’t until the one time I went too far and she told me off that I realized the feelings I felt for her had nothing to do with hate.

“Oh, you know. Graduated college. Went to vet school. Opened my own clinic,” Kit responds, interrupting my trip down memory lane.

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