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Jason beams. “We’ll have someone email it over this afternoon.”
“Does it need to be a public wedding?” I ask. “Or can we just … do it?”
“Just do it,” Gannon says. “The faster, the better. Mom won’t be thrilled she can’t come, but she’ll get over it. She has bigger fish to fry at this point, anyway.”
Ford Landry grins cheekily. I want to ask him what that’s about, but I don’t know him well enough to call him out like that. Besides, I don’t want to waste time on him.
I, too, have bigger fish to fry.
Jason gathers papers and taps the edge of them against the desktop. “Let’s end this now so Foxx and Bianca can get themselves sorted. If you two need anything at all, call us. And we’ll have that prenup over to you shortly, Foxx.”
“Sounds good.”
Jason holds his gaze, grinning. “Welcome to the family.”
Foxx chuckles. “Thanks.”
We exchange hurried goodbyes before I end the Zoom call.
I stand, too energized to sit and lean against his desk. He sits before me—knees parted, hands clasped, and a shit-eating, satisfied smile on his lips.
“What’s that look about?” I ask, unable to get the same one off my face.
“Which one?”
I laugh. “The one on your face.”
“Oh.” He sits upright. “So how real are we making this?”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “How real are we making this? Are we going to the courthouse? A church?”
I hadn’t considered this, and the question is bigger than I imagined. “I’ve never really thought about it because I never imagined I’d be getting married.” I take a quick breath. “And I know this is a marriage of convenience, but it feels weird to think about getting married in a courthouse.” I stand tall. “But that probably makes the most sense since—”
“No courthouse.”
I want to reach for him—take his head in my hands and hold it to my stomach. And even though we’re apparently getting married, it’s too soon for that.
“What kind of ring do you like?” he asks.
I shake my head. “You do not have to waste money on a ring—”
“What kind of ring do you like, Bianca?” He lifts a brow. “They said make it real, remember?”
“Fine. Something cheap and simple.”
I can tell he wants to roll his eyes. Somehow, he refrains.
“Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” he asks.
“Foxx, no. Let’s not …” I quickly backtrack after seeing the no-nonsense look on his face. “Somewhere simple—you absolutely don’t need to think about this too much. But I don’t know anyone here. I don’t know how I’m supposed to arrange for a dress because all I have are the clothes I showed up in yesterday. And how do I find a chapel? And where even is the courthouse for a marriage certificate?”
“You’re not alone.” He leans forward. “You don’t have to do this alone. Let me carry this for you. Let me help.”
Out of all the times I’ve been attracted to Foxx Carmichael, this one takes the cake. There’s nothing sexier or sweeter than him seeing what I need and stepping in to improve it.
A slow smile stretches across my face. A red-hot burn spreads through my body.
