Page 61 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“You agreed to the suggestion of getting married,” he reasoned. “So we can both get what we want. So it will be on Saturday.”

“What?” I laughed sure that I didn’t understand him right or he was joking. “This Saturday?”

“Yes,” his response was calm like it was perfectly normal.

“So soon?” I asked again, this time there was no trace of laughter in my voice or my face.

“You said your court case is in less than two weeks. We have to be married beforehand to ensure we don’t run into any issues,” he stated it like that made perfect sense. “We’ll go on a honeymoon so it appears this was in the works all along.”

“But I told Brandon’s school I didn’t have a boyfriend nor any potential husband,” I reminded him. “There is no way they’ll believe us.”

“Leave it to me,” he replied without an ounce of doubt.

“I hope you know what you're doing.” My voice was dubious. “Otherwise, we are doing all this for nothing. I don’t know about you, but this is not how I imagined tying the knot.”

“I know what I’m doing,” he confirmed. “Now, you need to go home and get everything ready for Saturday.”

I thought back to my marriage preparations when Callen proposed. It took months to get it all together, and it was a simple wedding. Lena was a master organizer and pretty much organized the entire thing… dress, venue, guest list. It was meant to be a simple wedding, what ended up happening was a cluster fuck.

“I don’t even know what to do,” I mumbled unhappily. “I guess I should figure out something to wear?”

“Don’t girls dream about weddings all their life?” he asked with a hint of humor in his voice.

I eyed him suspiciously. Was he trying to joke around?

“First, I didn’t know you had a sense of humor,” I told him. “And second, yes girls dream about their wedding. But not as an arrangement and happening the same week the arrangement is made.”

My cell rang at that moment and I glanced at it to see who it was. Noting it was Layla, I glanced up and he motioned for me to take the call.

In a low voice, I muttered, “I’ll be real quick.”

I pressed the answer phone and before I even got the phone to my ear, Layla was already chatting.

“Sorry, I couldn’t answer earlier. I was busy.”

“I thought you are not working this week?” I asked her.

“I was busy getting laid not working,” she replied as if it should have been obvious. “You should try it sometimes.”

“That is way too much information to share,” I told her, hoping Alexander couldn’t hear Layla’s loud voice from his side of the desk. “Anyhow, never mind. I got it figured out now.”

“What did you need?” she asked curiously.

“I was going to ask you to watch Brandon, but I’m good now.”

“Oh, who did you find to watch him? And do you have another date?” her voice was actually hopeful.

“Nobody and no,” I told her curt. “I’ll call you later.”

“What? Wait, wait,” she stopped me. “What’s going on?”

“I have off for the rest of the week so I’ll watch him,” I desperately tried to be short. “I’ll call you later. Promise.”

“Ah,” she finally got it. “You are not alone.”

“Yes, later,” I told her and ended the call. Then, I glanced back to Alexander who was observing me. “Sorry about that. So if we are getting married this Saturday, what do I need to do over the next two days? You realize it is Wednesday today, right?”

“Liberty, I’m aware what day it is and this Saturday, we are getting married.” Why did this make me so anxious? “I’ll have a car pick you and Brandon up midday Friday. If you want any specific friends included, send me their names and addresses. I’ll have an airplane ready for you.”

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