Page 104 of Pucking Daddy

About the way Lily looks at Jaxon.

About the way Jaxon looks at Lily.

About everything he’s risking.

About everything I’m stepping into.

About the fact that I already feel more tied to this family than I should.

I lift my gaze to his. “No,” I say.

His brows draw together slightly. “No?”

“It’s not too fast,” I clarify. “It’s just… a lot to wrap my head around.”

His shoulders ease just a fraction.

“We’ll keep it simple,” he says. “I’ll have Simone handle the paperwork first thing in the morning. We’ll need IDs, signatures, a couple of witnesses. That’s it.”

I nod once more. “Okay.”

Another pause.

“What about Lily?” I ask softly.

That’s the part that matters. More than anything else.

His expression shifts again, softer this time.

“I’ll talk to her,” he says. “Explain it in a way she can understand.”

His gaze drops to my mouth for a fraction of a second before lifting again.

“Then that’s settled,” I say, aiming for lightness. “Tomorrow, we get married.”

He swallows. “Tomorrow,” he echoes.

And just like that—there’s no going back.

***

I wake up before my alarm.

For a second, I don’t know why my heart is already racing. The ceiling above me is unfamiliar in that early-morning haze, soft gray light filtering through the curtains. Then it hits.

Today.

“Oh my God,” I whisper into the quiet room. “Today is my wedding day.”

The words sound ridiculous out loud. Like I’m joking. Like I’m talking about a brunch reservation or a dentist appointment.

I’m getting married today.

To my boss.

To a man I met in a bar. Slept with. Argued with. Agreed to fake a life with.

My stomach flips.