Page 36 of Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife

My fingers curled around his lapel, and Luca dragged his lips from mine, straightening to his full height. It took me longer to snap out of the heat of his kiss. When I did, I smiled at Luca.

“We’re married.”

He nodded once. “We have to sign the papers.”

“Oh, right. Of course.”

The judge cleared his throat. “Would you like me to take pictures of you two?”

Luca said no at the same time I said yes.

I pressed against his chest. “We should. Our parents will probably want to see us all dressed up when we tell them we got married, don’t you think?”

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. “You’re probably right.” He turned to the judge. “Thank you. We’d like a few pictures.”

With the sunset off to the side and views of mountains in the distance, the backdrop couldn’t have been more beautiful. Luca pulled me into his side, cupping my hip in his palm. The judge used Luca’s phone to snap us in several poses, and I could tell this wasn’t his first time taking pictures of newlyweds. It would have been cute and fun if Luca hadn’t been so fricking stiff the whole time.

I patted his middle and tipped my lips to his ear. “Relax, Luca. I’m not going to bite you, and these are my one and only wedding pictures. Try to look like you’re happy to be here.”

He turned, bringing his face a whisper from mine. “Thank you for being here, Saoirse.”

“Of course. You’re my husband.”

His next breath was harsh, and his hold on me went tight. “You’d do anything for your husband?”

“I won’t hide the body, but try me, Luca. I said yes to this. I’ll probably say yes to most things.”

His mouth curved into a near smile.

“Okay, I took about a hundred pictures. We should be good to go,” Judge Hernandez announced. Luca dropped his hold, stepping apart from me. “Let’s make it official.”

We went inside to sign the license, which took barely a minute, then the judge departed without any fanfare. He probably couldn’t wait to get out of this loveless affair.

Or maybe he was just hungry. Judge Hernandez would forever remain a mystery to me.

Luca swiveled around when the door closed, rubbing a spot near his brow with his right hand, his left still curling into a fist. I was pretty sure he hadn’t looked at his ring even once.

“I’m going to get changed,” he announced, barely looking at me. “You should too.”

He swept upstairs without another word.

We’d been married fifteen minutes and I was already wondering if I’d made a huge mistake.

Chapter Twelve

Luca

IfoundSaoirseinthe den an hour later. Curled up on the couch, her legs tucked under her, she seemed vulnerable. Smaller. Out of place. A small wave of guilt hit me at leaving her to fend for herself, but I’d needed that time to get my head on straight again. Otherwise, I might have been a bigger asshole than I already had been.

“We’re heading out at seven.”

She turned away from the TV to raise her eyebrows at me. “Seven?”

“We’re meeting everyone for drinks tonight. Elise and West had something come up and can’t do brunch tomorrow.” I sat down near her, raking my fingers through the side of my hair. “It’s better this way. We’ll get it over with sooner.”

Tonight would begin our announcement tour. We’d planned to drop the news to our friends over brunch tomorrow, giving us time for reality to settle in, but plans had changed.

Saoirse swallowed, her hand flying to her hair then her T-shirt. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

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