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“Oh… I didn’t know any of the names. I just bought the warmest-looking one.”
I chuckle because that’s the best answer she could have given.
She doesn’t know who I am, and she doesn’t care that I’m a professional hockey player.
“My number looks good on you. I’m glad you picked mine,” I tell her with a genuine smile, because if she agrees… she might just be wearing that jersey for the next two years. “Now you know my name… what’s yours?”
She bites down on her lip for a second and then looks back at the stadium.
“Juliet Di Costa,” she says, and then looks back to me. “How exactly can a player guarantee me a position with the company? I find it hard to believe that you can promise something like that without being an owner.”
“The Carlton’s like me. If I ask Marjorie Carlton to give you the position, she will.”
I leave out the part where Juliet has to be my wife for that to work.
“And what do you get out of all of this? I’m not going to sleep with you for a job.” She scoffs, popping out a hip and raising an eyebrow at me.
I can’t help but grin back at her.
The stern look on her face is cute as hell and after I tell her my terms, she’ll probably wish I was only asking for sex.
What I need requires a lot bigger commitment.
“No, that’s not what I had in mind. I need a green card.”
“A what?”
Her eyes go wide at what I just admitted to her, and she takes a half step back. Yeah… I’m pretty sure she wishes I only wanted sex now.
It’s a lot to take in, I’ll admit, but right now, she’s my best shot. The meeting with the immigration officer is in three days and I need a fiancée. Preferably not want one looking for WAG status.
I have a feeling Juliet doesn’t even know what that is.
This marriage needs a clean break at the end.
“I think you and I could help each other. You need a contract to help pay for your brother’s care and I need to get married to stay in the country and take my team to the championship.”
“Get married! Are you crazy?” she says, taking another half-step back from me.
“It serves two purposes. I need a green card and Marjorie Carlton likes to promote within the Hawkeyes family. If we’re engaged, she’ll give you the contract without a second thought. Especially if I introduce you as my soon-to-be wife.”
She starts shaking her head. “This is insane.”
She turns and starts heading for her car.
I follow behind her… at a safe distance.
I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable with me following her to her car but this deal makes the most sense for both of us.
I need a temporary wife, and she needs something that I can guarantee her.
“Are you married?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
We’re getting closer to a small SUV and she hits the automatic starts.
“What about a boyfriend?”
