Page 9 of Blindsided By Fake Love

What if it was Beau that I originally came here to marry?

“Beau? Who’s Beau? I feel like I’m walking around a maze in circles.”

Gen’s voice brings me back to the present and a small rumble moves through my body at an image of her walking around in circles. Before I know what’s happening a hysterical laugh bubbles out of me.

It’s official, I’m losing it.

“Beau,” I force out, wiping a tear from my face. “Beau Matthews.”

“Kit, you’re not making any sense. You haven’t seen Beau in…nooooo!” Genevieve’s voice sounds guttural before raising an octave. “He was in Vegas yesterday for a game, wasn’t he?!”

Putting a palm on my forehead, I nod. “Yup. Great timing, huh?”

“Sounds likeserendipitoustiming.” I roll my eyes. Here she goes with the whole fate thing. My sister is a huge believer in the ‘there-are-no-coincidences’ and all that ‘woo-woo’ stuff. “I want all the details. Tell me what happened from the moment you saw him.”

“I woke up having the most amazing,realisticdream I’ve ever had in my entire life, and he was in it. But then…”

“But then…” Genevieve repeats, waiting for my next words.

“I woke up.”

“Kitttt,” she groans. “Why do you take pleasure in torturing me?”

She’s not wrong. I do thoroughly enjoy being dramatic, but this getting married thing….I’m still trying to process.

Beau’s gray eyes staring back at me, the five o’clock shadow on his chin, his lips. Oh man, his lips.

“You woke up, and then what?” I forgot that Gen was still on the phone. “Then what?!”

“Beau was staring at me, holding out a cup of coffee.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. WAIT!” I cover my mouth to keep the giggle wanting to bust out. I can’t believe I’m amused by this when, just a few hours ago, I wanted to cry. Maybe it’s because of how I felt when he held me and told me he would fix it. We’ll get a quick annulment, and no one will be the wiser. “But what about the whole ‘how-you-got-married-part?’”

“Oh that!” I wave a hand in the air and shrug. Heat filling me. “I forgot.”

“You FORGOT?!” Genevieve parrots, and this time, I do laugh out loud. I can’t help it. The genetics between us are strong. I would love to have a replay of me this morning with Beau. I’m pretty sure it would be almost identical to how my sister is acting now.

“Yeah,” I grumble. “I have this teeeeny-tiny problem of not remembering much after my marriage fiasco.”

“Beau left you there, too?” Genevieve growls on the other end of the line, reminding me of one of my four-legged clients who isn’t thrilled to be visiting me. I need to make sure I handle her with care.

“No. Beau would never do that.” The certainty I have at that awareness surprises me.

I hear her softly count to ten before she calmly asks. “What did Beau say happened?”

“He asked me what I remembered.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and play with the belt on the robe I’m wearing. “When I said nothing, he told me I gave him a very…umm…enthusiastic greeting. That his entire team got to witness.”

“An enthusiastic greeting?”

“I kissed him, Gen!” I squeak, my face heating. “Likereallykissed him. In front of everyone.”

“Well, better late than never.” Pulling the phone from my ear, I stare at the screen, my mouth hanging open.

Did she just say better late than never?

“Better late than…what?”

“Kit, he always had a thing for you.” My stomach flips, and I swallow against the wad of cotton that’s stuck in my throat. “Don’t you remember how he would stare at you?”

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