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“I’m not sure. As quickly as possible. He’s talking to his mother now to see if she can help us set it up.”
“Okay … Aha! I just found that Halcyon is opening a shop really close to you.”
I make a face. “They are? I love that store.”
“Let me make a call and see if I can pull some strings. They always have really cute stuff, and if I’m lucky, I can get you a few more outfits and maybe even a dress for the wedding. I sent you a care package that’ll arrive tomorrow, but there’s probably not enough in there to get through a wedding, honeymoon, and … wait. Are you living down there?Do I still have a job with you?” She groans. “If not, please don’t refer me to Tate.”
I burst out laughing.
“I’ll stay with Renn. Hell, I’ll assist Gannon if that’s the only other option. Butdo not give me Tate.”
“Don’t worry. You’re still my assistant. This is a marriage of convenience, remember? It’s not for real.”
“Mmm—”
“It’s not!”
“I know. It’s not … right now. So let me call Halcyon and see what I can do,” she says over my objections. “I’ll call you back.”
I sigh. “Fine.”
“Fine. Talk soon.”
She wastes no time hanging up on me. It’s a good thing because I hear the alarm chirp that Foxx is home.
CHAPTER14
Foxx
“How did that go?” Bianca asks, rounding the corner. “Was your moma lot?”
“I’ll put it to you this way—we’ll be married tomorrow.”
Her eyes sparkle as she follows me into the living room. I sit on the sofa. She curls up with a pillow next to me.
This almost feels like an out-of-body experience. It’s so beyond anything I ever imagined that I have difficulty believing this is real. Bianca is sitting on my sofa. We’re discussing our wedding. In a few hours, she’ll be with me in front of my family and introduced as my fiancée.
Her smile digs right through the fog and slams into my chest.
I should be more upset about this. There should be a notion of panic.I should be thinking that being married will crimp my lifestyle and be worried about just how wrong a divorce, even from a fake marriage, will be. At the very least, I should be looking at this situation as an extension of my employment and not finally knowing what it feels like to have this woman in my arms.
But I’m not.
At all.
“What?” she asks, amused.
“I was just wondering if I’ll get an end-of-the-year bonus for having to marry you.”
She gasps. “That’s no way to talk to your wife.”
“You’re not my wife yet.”
“Oh, good point.” She sits back, tossing her pillow at me. “You better be careful. I haven’t decided what kind of wife I will be.”
I place the pillow beside me. “Do I have options?”
“No, but I do.” She laughs. “Do I want to be the doting housewife? I’ll have your laundry done and your dinner made when you get home.”
