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“We’ll see.” Caron steps down to stand beside me. “I’m not going to stop you. That’s not why I came. I just wanted to say think about this before you go through with it.”
“I’ve thought. I know what’s going to happen.” I keep on staring at Dara and she smiles at me, looking nervous, arms hugging herself, head tilted to the side. God, she’s lovely, absolutely fucking beautiful. It strikes me, how badly I want to walk down there and kiss her. Something simple, something normal. I want to hold her, pull her close, feel her warmth.
“Then good luck.” Carson squeezes my shoulder. “I won’t tell Dad. I didn’t even tell Nolan.”
I smirk at him. “That’s like keeping a secret from yourself.”
“Nolan’s a prick. But, yeah, I know. You fucking owe me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He shakes his head, walking past me, down the steps toward Dara. “Anyway, keep my name out of this, all right? I don’t need to get dragged down into this shitstorm with you.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Carson reaches the bottom and says something to Dara. She smiles at him, tilts her head to the side, says something back. Carson laughs and walks off, shaking his head.
She comes up to meet me a moment later.
“What’d he say?” I ask.
“He said, ‘Are you sure you want to marry an idiot like that? You could do better.’”
I sigh and rub my face. “And how’d you reply to that?”
“I told him I’m just as stupid, apparently. He laughed.”
“Charming.” I turn toward the entrance. “Last chance to run off. Although I will chase you and drag you back.”
“You couldn’t.”
“I could and I would.”
She steps up to my side and slips her hand into mine. Her palm’s warm and damp. I can feel her nerves as I squeeze gently.
“Then let’s skip the dramatics and get this over with, okay?” She stares straight ahead as we walk into the courthouse together.
Chapter21
Dara
Kathryn walks with me out into the back yard, her eyes wide, looking about as overwhelmed as I felt the night before when Finn showed me his place for the first time. “Is this for real?” she whispers, taking my hand, staring at the ring. “Did you really marry the guy?”
“I really married the guy. Or we stood in front of a judge, signed some paperwork, and drove back here. Apparently, that’s the same thing.”
She looks extremely worried as she holds my hand in both of hers. “Hon, I wanted you to get some child support, not pledge your freaking life to the guy.”
“I know,” I say, smiling because what else can I do? I just made an insane decision. “But I think this is going to be good. Long-term, anyway. For the baby.”
“What about for you?” She pulls me close. “Let’s get out of here. We can sell the ring, make a few million, and disappear to Europe for a while.”
“I don’t want my baby to grow up speaking French.”
“How about German?”
I roll my eyes. “Ugliest language in the world.”
“Dutch then?”
