“Jesus, Mike. That’s a big ask.”
“I know,” I say. I chuckle. “But it worked out. Turns out they were soulmates.” I shake my head. “They credit me for their marital bliss.”
“Sounds more like dumb luck.”
“Agreed.”
The timing feels cruelly symbolic.
“They came to me recently,” I continue. “Birdie’s best friend from back home. She’s a princess.”
He goes quiet again, then slowly, “A what?”
“A princess,” I repeat. “Small island nation. You’ve probably never heard of it. Her parents have arranged a marriage she doesn’t want. This”—I pause, choosing my words carefully—“is her way out.”
“How is trading one marriage for another a way out?” Mitchell asks.
“It wouldn’t be permanent,” I say immediately. “It would just allow her to stay in the States until things settle down. Then we dissolve the marriage. She’s free to live her life.”
I can hear the judgment in his silence.
“You’re saying this like it’s a logistics problem,” he finally says.
“Because it is,” I reply. “One I can solve. While repaying a giant favor.”
“By marrying her.”
“Yes.”
I hear him exhale. “You’re really just going to marry a stranger?”
“It’s not forever,” I say—too quickly, maybe. “And I owe Birdie more than I can ever repay. The company wouldn’t exist without her. She asked for help. I’m helping.”
Even as I say it, something in my chest tightens.
“What if you hate her?” he asks.
“I don’t hate anyone.”
He snorts. “That’s not true. You hated Dad’s third wife.”
“Missy,” I say, grimacing. “She tried to give me a sponge bath.”
Mitchell releases an uncomfortable-sounding laugh. “You weren’t even a kid.”
“No. I was twenty-two. Which somehow made it worse.”
The laughter fades, and reality presses back in.
“I had last-minute travel come up that couldn’t be handled by anyone else,” I continue. “I’m in Tokyo for the week. She flies in today and needs to be kept safe until I get back.”
“You’re asking me to drive to Houston.”
“Yes.”
“And then to Vegas.”
“Yes. I know it’s a lot, Mitchell, I get it. But you’re the only one I trust to do this.”