Page 17 of Accidentally Marrying the Billionaire

My cheeks heat. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you look like.”

He nods to my phone. “Tell her I think you’re hot.”

I laugh, then realize he’s being completely serious.

“Are you flirting with me?” I ask.

“Maybe, but also honest. I should be allowed to flirt with you; you are my wife.”

I hold my phone up in that non-verbal, can I take a selfie way, and he nods.

I put my face closer to his and take a few pictures, then send them over to Finley.

Finley: Ma’am!

Finley: First of all, y’all are fire together.

Finley: Look how he looks at you in that third pic.

Finley:

Finley: But also, that’s Mike Sinclaire!

Me: I know that. How do you know that?

Finley: Yes! He’s Austin royalty if we have such a thing. There was a whole magazine profile. Business. Tech genius. Billionaire-with-a-soul nonsense.

Finley: Maddox and I have run across him at some local fundraising events.

Me: I’m sorry, did you say Billionaire? With a B? As in Billions of money???

Finley: With a capital B. Private jets. Foundations. The kind of money where people stop using actual numbers.

Finley: Kurt is going to lose his damn mind.

Finley: Bahahahaha!

Me: Kurt will not even care. He’ll just be glad I’m off his couch.

Finley: Oh, sweet summer child. Men like Kurt absolutely care when their ex upgrades. Accidentally or not.

Me: Well, I mean, it is temporary.

I blow out a breath.

“Kurt doesn’t need to know it’s temporary,” Mike says.

“You’ve been reading over my shoulder this entire time, haven’t you?”

He gives me a sexy smile and a shrug. “Just making sure you’re not trading any of my secrets.”

I shift in my seat to look at Mike. “I need you to know that I don’t care about the money. I didn’t know, and it doesn’t affect me. That’s your money. Our situation is⁠—”

He cups my cheek. “Hey, stop that. I know. I told you yesterday that I trust you. I meant that.”

“Finley says you’re like Austin royalty. Is my being your wife going to come with tabloid drama and paparazzi jumping out of bushes to take pictures of me?”

He shakes his head. “You know Austin. I’m not nearly as famous as Matthew McConaughey and paparazzi don’t follow him around. At least not in Austin. It’s like there’s a code there since it’s such a laid-back city. Not only that, there are a ton of billionaires who live there. I’m not all that unique.”