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The crowd dispersed. I sat in the car, staring at the marriage certificate in my hand, still dazed.
Lucas smiled beside me, then suddenly burst out laughing. “Finally married you.”
What?
He was still smiling as he got in the car. Then he leaned in close. “Keira, it’s okay if you forgot who I am. You’re my wife now. I’ve got plenty of time to help you remember.
“I thought it was over. Didn’t expect the enemy to screw up on his own.
“I’m so happy. Let’s celebrate tonight. Next month we’ll throw a wedding party–everyone’s invited.”
He couldn’t hold back his laughter. Meanwhile, my head was full of question marks.
Someone on the street called out, asking him to move the car. He looked over with a silly grin. “How’d you know I married the girl I’ve loved for years today?
“How’d you know her ex screwed up? Must be karma at work!”
The bystander looked scared. Then awkward. Then quickly walked away.
Lucas finally calmed down, turned to me, and grinned. “Hey, we’re official now. A kiss isn’t too much, is it?”
I stayed silent. Nervous. Awkward. He gave me a sideways look. “My hand still hurts from beating up that scumbag for you this morning. I’m your legit husband now–can’t even get a kiss?”
He leaned closer. I instinctively pushed him–slapped him, actually. The smack echoed. I was already wondering where I could go to dig my grave.
Lucas smirked, a little wicked. “My–wife’s got strength. Guess that glucose wasn’t wasted.”
We sat in the restaurant, eating. I still hadn’t snapped out of it. He said we were celebrating. I cut my steak, trying hard to remember where I’d seen him before.
I used to have a seatmate with the same name, but he was a chubby kid.
“Focus. Eat.”
Lucas snapped his fingers at me, grinning at the table packed with my favorite dishes. I took a bite of the cake. The familiar taste hit me–and suddenly, I remembered.
I tested the waters. “Chubby?”
Lucas‘ eyes crinkled with his smile. “Finally remembered, huh, princess? I used to run around doing everything for
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you, heartless girl.”
I asked, “Didn’t you want to be a gourmet back then? Why’d you ditch the family business for this?”
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Lucas answered like it was obvious. “Didn’t you say you liked cops? The cold, untouchable type? Quiet but strong?”
Hearing my embarrassing middle–school preferences being brought up again made me want to disappear. Sure, Lucas used to be quiet. But now…
A month had passed, and I was already used to his shameless chatterbox side.
“Wifey, you look gorgeous in this wedding dress. Let me kiss you. I smell good—I sprayed tons of your perfume.”
He leaned in for me to sniff him, acting like a giant husky.
I rolled my eyes and huffed, “We’re not supposed to see each other now. Go back, seriously.”
Lucas ignored that. Lucas pouted.
Just then, Chris barged in, dressed in a white suit. Lucas was half–kneeling, gently kissing the corner of my lips. My shoe had been kicked away while we were playing. He was holding my foot in his arms.
Chris picked up the wedding shoe at the door. When he stood, his shoulders slumped a little. The always composed, handsome face looked lost. “Keira, ten years. How could you let go? How could you actually get married?”
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