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But now, how am I going to tell them I’mmarried?
That I’vebeenmarried since—
Diesel’s hand settles low on my back. He helps me in and closes the door then rounds the front to the driver’s side. Starting the car, he turns to me.
“Hey.” His deep brown eyes hold with mine. “Breathe for me.”
Right. Air.
I suck a shuddering breath and nod because he’s nodding at me and it seems like a good idea.
He reaches over the center console for my seatbelt and buckles me in.
“Does he know? About us?” I ask, the words barely a whisper beneath the pounding of my heart.
“Nichols?” Liam shakes his head. “No one knows.” Then, “Couple more breaths. Let me see you’re okay so I can pull out of here.”
I do as he asks, leaning into the seat and closing my eyes.
No one knows.
Maybe it’s going to be okay.
Maybe I won’t have to admit what I did. How far Ray’s betrayal pushed me.
Maybe…
There’s a bump as we back off the curb, his muttered apology somehow funny in the midst of my world on the brink of collapse.
He pulls forward, and I shake my head. “Can’t believe I willingly got into your car after seeing that park job.”
“It’s Nichols’s car,” he says with that same dry delivery I remember from a year ago. “Which is why we need to get out of here before he remembers I’ve got the keys.”
I cut a look over to where his hands are gripping the wheel more tightly than necessary and follow the lines of his arms up to his shoulders and then to his face. He’s focused. Intense. And if I’d thought he occupied a lot of space in my apartment, it was nothing compared to the inside of this SUV.
This is myhusband. Lawfully wedded and all.
For a year, it’s been this little secret with myself. The absolutely crazy thing I did for no one but myself… but it never totally seemed real.
It does now.
We merge onto the expressway, and I adjust my seat which was so far back I could have sat on the floor with the extra leg space. “So where are we going?”
“Anywhere you like.”
“How about Vegas?”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “They don’t do quickie divorces the way they do weddings.”
“Yeah, not actually what I was hoping for. I figured we’d go back, renew our vows. Get some video and one of those plastic bouquets… and when I come back, pretend it’s the first time.”
“Because that would make a difference? Getting married now would be better than—”
He breaks off and shoots me an apologetic glance.
“Yeah, it would definitely be better than everyone finding out I married a stranger less than twenty-four hours after running out on my own wedding.”
I’d never live it down.
