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The next ten minutes pass by in a haze while Oz guides me out of the courthouse and onto the street.
“Mrs. Malik,” he growls, dipping his head to press another searing kiss against my lips.
“What did we just do?” I rasp, my voice weak.
“We got married. You’re my wife, and I’m your husband. Thank you, baby. Thank you.”
“Congratulations,” someone says from behind us.
“Thanks for coming,” Oz says, smiling widely as he spins us around to face the two guys who were in the courthouse with us. “Etta, these are two of my friends and teammates, Knight Taylor and Anders Johansen,” Oz says, pointing to each man in turn.
“Hi,” I say, still feeling and sounding shell-shocked.
“It’s nice to meet you, Etta, and congratulations,” Anders says, smiling widely.
“Nice to meet you too,” I manage to say back.
“I’m very happy for you both,” the other guy, Knight, says, his gaze dipping to my stomach for a second before lifting to my face again.
“Your wedding next?” Oz asks Knight.
“Hopefully,” Knight says, his voice monotone in a slightly robotic way.
“Party on the row?” Anders asks.
“No, not today. Today I want my wife all to myself, but maybe we’ll host for the row and the Barnetts on Saturday,” Oz says while I stare at him in shock.
“Sounds good to me, I’ll spread the word, but I won’t mention what we’re celebrating. I figured you guys would rather share the good news yourselves,” Anders says.
“Thanks, bro. We have an appointment to buy a ring, so we should go,” Oz announces, then turns me and starts to guide me over to his truck.
“See you later,” Anders calls as Oz lifts me into the passenger seat.
The moment he climbs into the driver’s seat, I turn to face him. “Did we just get married?”
“Yes.” He chuckles.
“Am I drunk?” I ask, suddenly not sure.
“No, Little One. You’re a little tipsy, but you’re not drunk.”
“Oh god. I said I do,” I rasp.
“You sure as fuck did.”
Looking down at my hand, I’m shocked to see a simple gold band on my finger. “I’m wearing a wedding ring.”
“Yes, ma’am, you watched me slide it onto your finger.”
“I did?” I question, vaguely remembering him doing it.
“Etta, stop freaking out. We’re married. You said yes. You held out your hand for me to put that ring on you.”
“Oh god, I did, didn’t I?” I squeak, knowing that I might have been a little dazed and shell-shocked but that I was there. I said I do. I agreed to marry this man.
Oh fuck.
When the truck slows to a stop, Oz opens my door and helps me out. This time, instead of curling his arm around me, he holds my hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the slim gold band on my finger.
