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Possessive.

The stupid courthouse suddenly feels ten degrees hotter.

“Dane.”

“Lila.”

“This isn’t part of the contract.”

“Neither is kissing.”

“Exactly.”

“Means it’s not prohibited.”

Before I can argue with that ridiculous logic, he lowers his head.

His mouth brushes my cheek.

I stop breathing.

He lingers just long enough for his beard to scrape my skin, then straightens.

“Congratulations, wife.”

I hate that word in his voice.

Mostly because I don’t hate it at all.

Behind us, someone whistles.

I spin around. “Seriously?”

Ellie beams from the back of the courtroom, holding an enormous bouquet of white roses.

Wyatt stands beside her.

With cash in his hand.

“You invited them?”

Dane looks at Wyatt. “No.”

“Devil’s Peak doesn’t require invitations,” Wyatt says. “We hear gossip, we show up.”

Ellie shoves the flowers at me. “Congratulations, Mrs. Miller.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Dane takes the marriage certificate from the clerk. “Little late.”

I glare at him.

Ellie looks between us. “This is going to be fun.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Wyatt starts counting bills.