Knowing now it was the last time I saw her? It still makes my chest raw.
Striding into the lobby, hands in my pockets, I see her. The minute she spots me, Harper’s eyes narrow with anger.
What in the world could I have done to piss her off that would warrant her presence here today?
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“We’re still married!” Harper hisses at me.
I rear back, as if she slapped me.What the fuck?“What? No we’re not.”
Harper scoffs, crossing her arms over her black, sleeveless sweater.
“According to the state of Nevada, we are.”
I shake my head. “There was an issue with the signatures and we never went back.”
It made it a clean break. It’s why I walked away from her and turned my back on everything we had.
“Oh no.” Harper pokes a finger into my chest. “I was house hunting this weekend and my realtor made some offhand comment about her sister having to get a divorce because she got married in Vegas.” I don’t miss the way she spits out the word.
“There’s no way that’s true.”
Harper rolls her eyes at me. “Well, I did some digging.”
“And?”
“And,” Harper starts, fishing something out of her purse, “according to the state of Nevada, we’re married.”
Harper thrusts a piece of paper into my chest. Opening it, my eyes scan the document. Our marriage license. The one we signed at the small chapel just off the strip.
“They said this wasn’t filled out right and we were never married.”
The fire in Harper’s eyes is enough to scorch me. “I know. I’ve tried calling and they won’t answer. I don’t know what is going on, but whatever this is, we need to take care of it.”
“Take care of it?”
“Get it annulled.” Again with the eye roll. “We’re not married, Marcus. We need to take care of this so I can move on with my life.”
My eyes scan the document again. “Can we even get it annulled?”
Harper is fuming at me. “Are you saying you want to stay married?”
I shake my head. “But what grounds can we get it annulled on?”
Harper grabs the paper from me and stuffs it back into her purse. “Considering this was filed when we were told it wasn’t done correctly is one to start. And if these boneheads aren’t going to call me back, I’m going to go out there and take care of it myself.”
I shouldn’t be surprised at her solution. If Harper didn’t like the one that was presented, she found her own way to solve problems.
Even if it means severing the last tie between the two of us.
Harper is raging and yet, I can’t seem to stop staring at her.
Something about the anger coming off her makes her even sexier. Not that I’m going to tell her that, but still.
Damn. I forgot just how beautiful she was.
“I’ll go with you.”
