Page 74 of Be My Bride


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“Then why did you do it?”

I grit my teeth, unable to give her an answer that makes sense.

I married her because I wanted to.

Because it felt right in the moment.

Because she’d been on my mind everyday.

But that’s not a conversation we need to have with my parents looking on like spectators at a wrestling match.

The silence stretches.

“Thought so,” Asia says in a prissy voice that makes me want to kiss her so hard she forgets her own name.

Mom clears her throat. “Thank you for telling me the truth, dear. Lord knows my own son would have pulled the wool over my eyes.”

“I doubt this marriage will hold up in court,” Dad says thoughtfully.

“He’s a lawyer.” Mom grins. “Recently retired.”

Dad looks at me. “You were both intoxicated which means you couldn’t give proper consent. That would make it a defective marriage and you could easily—”

“We’re not getting it annulled,” I say sharply.

“Why?” Mom asks.

I speak up before Asia can tell my parents about the Jensen contract and the Make It Marriage PR scramble. “Because the way we started out isn’t the way we plan to end.”

“Hansley…”

“What matters is we’re legally bound now.”

Mom narrows her eyes. “Is that right, Asia?”

“Um…”

“Since we’ve poured our hearts out, do you mind if we get settled?” I drag her to her feet. “It was a long flight.”

“Your room’s right where you left it. Asia can have the guest—”

“She’s staying with me, Mom,” I declare, pulling Asia to the room I stay in when I visit my parents.

Mom’s quiet laughter informs me that she was just kidding about the rooms, and I feel a brush of unease when I realize that I overreacted.

The thought of not having Asia in my arms when I fall asleep tonight already bothers the hell out of me. It’s only been a day since we got married. A long, unending eventful day.

But it’s also been one of the best days of my life.

The darkness that’s been over my head these past few months is gone.

Completely.

My heart no longer screams when I think about Sharon.

Even now, when Asia’s glaring at me like she’s gearing up for a scolding, I want to back her up into the wall and taste her sweet lips again.

I want to make her smile and laugh and steal her food and watch her eyes narrow in that way she does when she’s annoyed.

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