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Then me again.

For once in his life, even he seems unsure whether he should keep joking.

“Anybody want to beat that?”

Nobody moves.

Of course they don’t.

“One hundred thousand going once.”

“Hank.”

My uncle looks stunned.

“Going twice.”

I march toward the stage.

“Don’t you dare hit that table.”

Wyatt slams his palm against it. “Sold.”

The room erupts.

I keep walking.

Past Wyatt.

Past Hank.

Straight toward the enormous man at the back of the room who just paid more money than I’ve seen in one place in my entire life for something that isn’t for sale.

People move out of my way.

Dane doesn’t.

He watches me approach with the calm expression of a man who has absolutely no idea he’s about to die.

I stop directly in front of him. “You cannot buy a wife.”

His gaze drops over me.

My face heats.

“Wasn’t planning to.”

“You just bid a hundred thousand dollars.”

“Yeah.”

“For me.”

“On the contract.”

“There is no contract.”

“Then write one.”