“The financier website—it’s not for investors, it’s for people looking to get married!” I yell. I hold the tablet up to her.
Her eyes focus on the screen and, after a few seconds, she chuckles.
Actually freaking chuckles.
“Well, isn’t that funny? What an interesting mix-up.”
Is she serious?
There is nothing funny about this. Absolutely nothing.
On the contrary, it’s actually scary.
Terrifying.
Because there is a strange British man headed to my home right now, looking to marry me.
This is how people are murdered.
Oh God, I’m the clueless one in a horror film. The first to be murdered because I don’t use any common sense.
“There is nothing funny about this, Aunt Kitty. He’s on his way here, right now. He knows where I live and he thinks I want to get married.”
“Do you?” she asks.
“No!” I shout and then start moving around the house, making sure the windows are locked. “This is what we’re going to do—we’re going to pretend like we’re not home. He’s going to show up here looking for us, and it’s going to be a ghost town. No one lives here. We’ll ghost him online and hopefully he’ll get the hint and go back to England, where he will talk about the girl in Massachusetts who catfished him. No harm, no foul. He’s just out a plane ticket, but our lives are safe.”
I look up the fireplace, examining the chimney.
“Do you think a human could fit down that?” I point up the fireplace.
“That’s quite rude, Renley, to ghost someone, especially when he’s come all this way,” Aunt Kitty says with a disapproving glare. “We could at least offer him an explanation and a scone?—”
“He’s a stranger,” I say in a low, serious voice. “We don’t know him. He could be a killer, someone preying on chumps like us who don’t understand what a dating website is.”
“In my defense, dating websites weren’t around when I was with my dear Marvin. And if we want to be technical about this, it’s not a dating website, it’s a find-a-fiancé website.”
Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself as I say, “We can’t have a stranger waltzing in here, looking to marry?—”
Knock knock.
“Uh, hello, am I interrupting?”
My eyes fly to the front door, which is wide open—I checked the window locks but left the front door open. Wow, Renley.
Standing in the doorway, at what I can only guess is over six feet, is a man in a well-tailored suit and loafers.
But not just any man…the man who thinks I want to marry him.
With that charming smile leading the way, I’m having a hard time finding my words, as his presence not only takes up the entire entryway with his broad shoulders and height, but his facial features are hard to look away from. Tan, with scruff, and perfectly coiled hair that falls over his forehead just enough, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever come across. Shining blue eyes, straight white smile, and well-manicured eyebrows, his face is something you would see in a magazine rather than real life.
That’s…that’s Theo.
“It looks like you’re interrupting something,” a man behind him says. He peeks past Theo’s shoulder, his blond scruffy hair and black-rimmed glasses making an appearance. “We’re early but…holy fucking shit.” He moves past Theo and stares directly at Aunt Kitty. “Are you…are you Kitty Katherine the hobby horse whisperer?”
For the love…of…God.
Aunt Kitty bows and then says, “At your service, my liege.”
