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I couldn’t see asking her to fake marry me without using her proper name. “Yeah, long story. I’ll tell you later.”
I cleared my throat. “Honey. I know it’s spur of the moment. But hell, what’s life without a little spontaneity? Whether we last a few months or, you know, forever, let’s just go with it. Marry me tonight, become my wife.”
My knees were starting to ache, and legs shook, but finally she nodded, actually tearing up, and shouted, “Yes!”
***
An hour later, George concluded our simple civil ceremony.
When I let it slip that I was of Scottish heritage, he threw an extra special touch in there.
“From one Scotsman to another, might I just say: Fools look to tomorrow, wise men use tonight,” he elegantly quoted, but his eyebrows twitched up and down.
Honey and I exchanged glances at the loaded meaning in those words only she and I understood. We may not have many tomorrows, but we damn well had tonight.
“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Honey’s tears overflowed, streaming down her face. I teared a little myself. So much emotion for just a fake marriage took me by surprise. Lust for her burned my brain. I could only imagine if things felt this way now, how might a real marriage feel?
My hands cupped her cheeks, gently swiping tears away. I leaned my forehead on hers. “Hello wife.”
“Hello husband,” she gushed, a smile splitting her face.
The patrons at Waverly’s all started chanting, kiss her, kiss her.
“We can’t disappoint them after everything they’ve done for us,” I suggested. She nodded, and I dipped her, capturing her lips, plumped and red as usual, lingering in a leisurely kiss, setting off a sharp wild need for her.
The bar erupted with cries of joy and happiness. Many people came up to us with congratulations. And I could hardly think of anything else but moving things along to the honeymoon suite tonight.
The Disappointed
BUDDY
By the time we drive back to Cal’s, we decided we would tell him together about our marriage. We ran up the steps of his mansion, hand in hand, laughing. The best two days of my life were spent with her, and I hated for anything to burst this blissful bubble.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her across the threshold through the front door, kissing her as I let her body slide down mine until her feet hit the floor. Only to be interrupted by Cal clearing his throat.
“Oh, Dad. Hi, um… What’s wrong?” Honey asked a valid question, considering Cal’s skin turned a flaming red color. Steam practically came out of his ears.
“Did you marry this man?” He pointed at me.
She grabbed my hand for support, and I gave it a squeeze. “We married last night, sir.”
“I’m not talking to you,” he scowled. “Honey, I’m so disappointed. I expected better of you.”
“But I love Buddy. I wanted to marry him last night, and?—”
“Stop lying. I know you faked it all, this silly relationship with him, and now this phony wedding.” He smacked his hand down hard on the entryway table.
“Nothing is fake. Well, I mean, it started that way, but now… Buddy and I talked and we’ve fallen for each other.”
“More lies! I’m so glad I took your advice, Edward.”
“What?” Honey jumped.
Edward stepped into the foyer, out from the shadows. “No problem. Did you two enjoy your flight back east? See, Delancey is a cousin of mine, and we planted him on the flight. He recorded everything and sent it back to us about your conversation on the way to Boston.”
I despised that these horrible people were doing this to her.
