Lincoln:
Already told you, my dick’s been starved for attention. All thanks to that stupid bet I made with Sutton. No dating apps = no action. My dick’s not going to suddenly be showered with love tomorrow. Unfortunately.
CHAPTER SIX
WILLA
I rolledinto the parking lot of the courthouse like I was headed to my own funeral. Then, unable to move, I just sat there with both hands gripping the steering wheel. Mostly because I was pretty sure they were the only things keeping me from slipping into full-blown hysteria.
What the hell was I doing?
This wasn’t some random weekday. I wasn’t here to drop off forms or pay a speeding ticket. I was here to getmarried.
ToLincoln Steele, of all the goddamn people.
With my pulse beating loudly in my ears, I stared out the windshield and spotted him immediately. The jackass had always been able to draw the eye. Mine included, unfortunately.
Lincoln stood at the top of the steps, leaning against the railing like he was filming a cologne commercial. His arms were crossed over his annoyingly broad chest, the gray T-shirt he wore stretched to its limits. His hair was windblown and wild but somehow still irritatingly perfect, and that infuriating smirk was front and center on his smugly handsome face.
He was a fucking menace.
As soon as he spotted me, he straightened and started strolling down the steps with the kind of confident, lazy swaggerthat made people do a double take even when they didn’t want to.
Like me.Ididn’t want to.
Didn’t want to notice how he was wearing the hell out of those jeans. Or how the sun shot streaks of golden bronze through his dark hair. Or how those blue eyes danced as he watched me grip the steering wheel like my life depended on it.
I also didn’t want to acknowledge the completely unwelcome warmth pooling low in my belly. It was probably thanks to the unseasonably hot June air and had absolutely nothing to do with the man strolling toward me like he was about to make me his.
Fuck me, he was about to make mehis.
“What the hell are youdoing?” I muttered to myself. And forgot my window was open, so Lincoln could hear every word.
He placed an arm on the roof of my car and leaned down, his sparkling eyes and those damn dimples greeting me. “I’m here to commit a felony with my future wife. How about you?”
I clenched my teeth, closed my eyes, and exhaled a long breath as I called upon every deity for patience I didn’t possess when it came to this man.
Without waiting for him to move, I shoved open my door and stepped out, shooting him a glare when he just smiled down at me.
“You’re late,” he said, highly amused.
“And you’re unbearable. Glad we got the obvious out of the way.”
“Unbearable, huh? And yet, here you are…about to marry me.”
“Don’t remind me.” I slammed my door shut and crossed my arms, tapping an impatient foot on the cracked pavement. “I tried to track down a long-lost wealthy family member, but I came up empty. You’re literally my last option.”
He eyed me slowly from head to toe and back again. Not in a leering kind of way, but in anI fucking see youkind of way. And that wassomuch worse.
Because when he studied me like that, he undoubtedly noticed my tapping foot and my bitten-to-the-quick nails, and I was positive he couldseemy heart thrumming wildly against the side of my neck.
But instead of commenting on any of those things and calling out my obvious nerves, he just reached for my hand, turned around, and tugged me along behind him.
“What are you doing?” I asked but, for some reason, followed him without a fight.
“Taking you for a little stroll. You’re practically vibrating, and I know you’ll regret it if you bolt.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I muttered.
