Page 47 of Be My Wife

We definitely need to work on being more believable as a couple. There’s no way we can fool Novah if he acts like he’s barely tolerating my touch half the time.

We need a breakthrough. And fast.

But that can’t happen if we don’t talk.

Don’t connect.

I know nothing about him. Well, apart from the fact that he’s a lawyer. And he’s prone to moodiness. A little rough around the edges. But good in the center.

I hope.

Damn.

What if I’m wrong?

What if my bad habit of seeing the best in people comes back to bite me?

I know who I am. I know my weaknesses and also my strengths. I know the best way to protect myself is to keep toxic people at arms’ length.

Do I think my new husband is toxic?

I pull out my cell phone and stare at the glass protector again.

No.

But I do know that Brogan has secrets. Lots of them. Starting with the mysterious person he’s trying to save and ending with those burn scars on his hands.

The elevator doors open, jerking me out of my thoughts. It feels like a million eyes are on me when I walk through the lobby.

Whispers follow in my wake.

People literally step aside to make way.

My fingers dig into my purse, rubbing against the soft leather.

This is weird.

This is…

I don’t like it.

I can hear every clip of my heels against the tiles.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Everyone holds their breath.

Stares.

Gawks.

I try to ignore them, but it feels like I’m walking through water.

Like I’m some animal on display.

The exits loom before me. Two giant double doors that let in the sunlight and point to freedom.

Almost there.

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