Any less confused or dizzy.
This is madness.
This is insane.
This is—how the hell did Bobby not tell me he had a twin brother?!
“You’re in shock,” Bronte claims as if he can be all the things mentioned above andstillknow what I’m thinking. “But, think back, Meirna. You had to have known.”
I scowl at him. “Knownwhat? That everyone I met has atwin?!”
He has the audacity to roll his eyes at me. “No, me.”
“What?” I take another well-needed step back and try to gather myself. I’m in a crisis right now, on a plane, going to another country, with a man who just fake-married me. “Wait.” My eyes turn into narrow slits on Bobby, butnotBobby. “We’re not married, right? That wasn’t real. This is a really bad prank gone wrong because…are you wearing a mask? Is that makeup? Where’s Bobby?”
Those light greens stay fastened on me when he emits nonchalantly, “No. We’re married. You’re my wife.”
No.
Wife.
We’re married.
You’re my wife.
And that’s all I remember before a sea of blackness abruptly engulfs me.
Chapter 9
Bronte
Meirna Elise Stetson.
Twenty-nine years old, works at Prestigious PR while building and creating a non-profit organization for senior-assisted living homes.
Light brown curls, beautiful honey-brown eyes, and freckles.
Those fucking alluring and perfect freckles.
She hates dark chocolate, loves binging Gilmore Girls and crime docuseries on Netflix, and has a sweet tooth.
She loves Christmas.
It’s her favorite holiday.
Baking cookies is a one-time deal during the year, and that’s around this time. Everything Christmas is everything Meirna.
It’s also my favorite time of the year, too.
But for other reasons.
Meirna also looks fucking amazing in white. I learned that ten times since knowing her, each time we met…she had it on five of those times.
The way the story goes…she met me first. I was the one she was searching for. I was the man who helped her pick up mulch and hand-deliver it where she wanted.
I wouldn’t allow her to pick up another bag.
Not because I didn’t think she could, but because I wanted to stay longer.
