“Greg, I’m confused.”
“Don’t be.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose again. “Just revel in it.”
“But—”
“Don’t overthink this.”
“Here you go.” The assistant came out of the office holding a few pages of papers. “You both just need to sign these.”
He held out a pen. Greg snatched it from his hand and signed everywhere the man told him to.
“Now your turn, miss.” I looked around the room to each of the men waiting for me to sign the papers. The papers I had always wished for. I looked behind me to the doors leading back to our friends, and a slight pain filled my heart. I wanted them here. I wanted Greg’s family here. Hell, I wanted my family here. But when I looked into Greg’s eyes, something pulled at my heart and I took the pen from him.
I signed on each line after him. I was signing my heart away to a man who randomly asked me to marry him, someone whom I had set my heart on years ago, and I had no idea what his intentions were, but when I signed the last page, all those thoughts didn’t matter anymore.
I looked at Greg, who had a smile on his face that I never wanted to erase from my memory. The way my heart sped up when he took my hand and stationed us in front of the officiant could have caused a heart attack.
I tried to slow my breathing as the man started to talk, but I didn’t listen to him. I just looked at Greg who was watching me intensely. As much as I wanted to run from this moment, I didn’t.
“Do you, Greg Moran, take Lilly Alexander to be your lawful wedded wife?”
“I do.” Greg’s words forced out the tears that had been brimming in my eyes. He held my hands in his and his grip only tightened when the officiant said his next question.
“And do you, Lilly Alexander, take Greg Moran to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
I took a deep breath and looked Greg directly in the eyes, looking for a lie, looking for something that would make me say no, besides the confusions and questions that were filling my heart. Things I would take care of later, because right now Greg had said he wanted me to be his wife. So I did what any sane woman would do, I made him my husband.
“I do.”
