Why does the idea of her losing her mind over her wedding pictures fill me with glee?
Of course, I hate the idea that my dad is going to be upset with me. But for some reason, the weight of trying to please him right now, on top of everything else, exhausts me. Maybe I’ve just finally hit my limit.
I’m going to have to explain that I married a stranger in a nightclub. Obviously, he’s going to freak out. But that’s going to have to be a problem for a different day.
Right now, I have a plane to catch. We were able to change my flight at the last minute so I can go with Travis and flyinto Calgary before we make the drive through the mountains to Rock Creek.
Living in Toronto my whole life, I’ve never been out west, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see the mountains.
Knowing that Patty and her cronies are occupied at the pool, I leave Travis in the lobby and hurry up to our shared room to grab my things. It doesn’t take long to shove everything into my duffel bag and head downstairs again.
The moment I step off the elevator, I see him across the lobby. He’s leaning against the wall, his legs crossed casually, looking at his phone and looking hot as hell.
A shiver rips through me, and I grin.Thatis my husband.
It’s not until I’m walking toward him and he looks up, a sexy smile spreading across his handsome face at the sight of me, that I realize...
I don’t even know his last name.
Travis
Rex:
Where are you?
Travis:
Lobby. Waiting for my wife. Headed to the airport.
Seriously?
Deadly.
I sendthe last text and look up just in time to see my sexy little wife walking toward me. She’s changed into a different cute sundress and pulled her hair back into a clip, but a few strands have managed to escape. Wild. I like it.
I like her.
A smile crosses my face, lighting up my entire body, my cock already twitching to life in my jeans.
“Ready to?—”
“What’s your last name?”
I laugh. “I guess we didn’t get to the details last night.”
“We sure didn’t.” Her smile is shy as I take her bag from her. It’s noticeably light. I’ll order whatever she needs. She won’t go without.
“My last name is Dean,” I tell her. “I guess that means it’s your last name, too.”
“My last name is Brooks,” she says with a laugh. “You assume I’m taking your name.”
“You’re not?” I pretend to be shocked as we walk outside, where the limo is waiting to take us to the airport.
She shakes her head and laughs. She doesn’t need to remind me that even though the timeline has increased, it’s still very much a temporary arrangement.
For now.
“What’s this?” She stares at the limo I ordered for us and then back at me with concern. I know she’s worried about the cost.
