Page 42 of Mr. Big Mistake
I smiled. “Already changing my outfits, huh?”
“I mean, I am the fashion guru, you know.”
“Oh, oh, oh. Yeah. Completely. One hundred percent.”
She smiled up at me. “Want me to go get you anything to eat?”
I turned her around, my back to the door. “Actually, that’s my job. So, you go rest, and I’ll get you something nice to eat.”
I winked at her before I stepped outside and I felt like everyone was watching me. Especially when I set out to make two plates of food instead of just one. I kept peeking over at Kelly, wondering what she was talking about with other people. Were they grilling her about the weekend? Were they pestering her with questions? I needed to get over there. I needed to run interference, so no one bogged her down too much with stuff.
I need to protect her from the insanity of all this.
And that thought stopped me in my tracks.
Why the hell do I feel the need to protect her?
I pushed everything away and finished fixing our plates. I went to sit with Kelly over at a table in the corner, and I felt all eyes on us. We were the talk of our group right now, and I positioned myself so no one could see Kelly. If they wanted to look over at us, they could look at my fucking back, for all I cared.
She smiled. “This looks great. Thank you.”
I handed her a fork. “Of course. Anytime.”
“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow? When are you headed to the courthouse?”
“I want to be there right when the doors open. So, I’ll be heading out from my place around eight-thirty.”
“Can I come with you?”
I nodded. “Of course, if you want to.”
“I do, yes.”
“Then, I’ll come pick you up around eight-fifteen?”
“I’ll be ready and waiting.”
Without thinking, I picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. And I felt the entire party still around me. My eyes locked with Kelly, and I saw her searching behind me, and I started wondering if I had blown it again. I don’t know why I even picked up her hand in the first place. It just felt natural to do. But, when her eyes came back to mine, she smiled even brighter.
Before leaning forward and pressing the softest, kindest kiss to my cheek.
I am in the deepest of shit.
But, whatever Kelly wanted, Kelly would get.
11
Kelly
“You know, if the judge doesn't grant us this annulment, that means we have to move in together,” Brenden said.
I snickered. “You wish.”
“I mean, that’s what happens between man and wife. Wife move in with man. Wife cook food for man. Wife lay down with man and massage feet after long, hard day.”
I cackled. “Is that your version of marriage?”
“Uh, duh. Isn’t that everyone’s version of marriage?”
