“As if I’d ever believe a man like you would be interested in marrying someone like me.”
“Oh. Sothat’swhat you’re getting at.” His grip tightens. “And if I told you that I’mveryinterested, what then?”
As if.
“Tomorrow’s Monday,” I say.
“Yes, and?”
I flutter my lashes. “Want to play marriage chicken? First one to bail must submit to a punishment of the other’s choosing.”
His eyes spark. “Are you serious?”
“Sure. Why not? Marry your almost-assassin.” My eyes roll. “That makes a world of sense.”
“Azalea.”
My nerves pinch in response to the vibration of ecstasy in his voice. “What?”
“Clear my morning. I’m getting married.”
Chapter Twenty-one
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Will nothing concerning Malcolm Swalloweverbe predictable?
Azalea
He won’t go through with it.
He’d be insane to go through with it.
There’s no way…he’d go through with it.
I cannot believe he’s going through with it.
I…
“You went through with it,” I say, stricken, seated in the front seat of Malcolm’s car and staring at a copy of my very own marriage license. Our signatures beam up at me. Mine’s a bit crooked because I kept eyeing my…almost-but-now-completely husband…and waiting for him to stop me.
He did not stop me.
In fact, he scribbled his name so fast it looks like a doctor’s signature. It’s as though he was worried I’d stop him. But I didn’t.
So.
Now I’m married.
To Malcolm Swallow.
My legal name is Azalea Swallow.
And I didn’t even sign a prenup.
Why in the world did I think gambling with Malcolm was a good idea? I thought I was calling a bluff, but now I’m married. This is the sort of thing that’s only supposed to happen in Vegas.
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