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Not now that she’s my wife.
Chapter 26: Grace Nash
What the Hell is a Postnup
Four Days After the Wedding
I thought for a split second that maybe he’d kiss me some more, but he didn’t. I didn’t want to go back inside and run into that asshole again, so Spencer took me back to the Palms. We settled into bed and flipped on a movie to distract my thoughts, and it helped.
I fell asleep snuggled onto his chest, his arms wrapped around me.
I’m not sure I ever want to fall asleep another way ever again.
The problem is that morning always comes quickly, and that’s no different today—especially since Spencer has a tee time with the boys ahead of the wedding.
And that also means I have nothing to do until he gets back.
Once he’s out the door, I take a quick shower then head down to the diner for a solo breakfast, and I think it might be time to call my dad and confess what’s going on.
I’ve been married for four days now, and he, my mom, and Nana don’t even know.
Or maybe they do.
Maybe we’ve made the news by now. Part of me thinks we’d have to given Spencer’s status in the media, but it’s his brother’s wedding weekend, so maybe the paparazzi is focused on the wrong brother—which would be pure luck for us since I haven’t found the right moment to call my family.
Maybe I don’t want them to know. Maybe I don’t want Amelia to know.
I could tell my dad and not risk Amelia finding out. Nana might be a different story, though.
It’s as I’m sitting at my solo breakfast that I finally dial Dad’s number.
“Hey, pumpkin,” he answers. “When are you coming home? This place is falling apart without you.”
I chuckle. “Hey, Dad. I have a flight back tomorrow night.” Sadness fills me that I’m going back to Minnesota, and my husband is not.
“Thank God. How’s it going out there? Did you do what you needed to do?”
I clear my throat. “In fact, I did.”
“And are you ever going to clue in your clueless old man about what that was?”
“I got married,” I whisper.
I’m met with silence. Stunned silence, to be exact.
“You…you what?” he asks.
“I got married.”
“Oh, Gracie,” he mutters. “Because of the vineyard?”
“Well…I mean, yeah. That was my motivation in coming here to present the idea. But I realized how ridiculous of a plan it was, and I knew he’d never say yes.”
“He?” he asks carefully.
“Spencer.”
“Jesus, Gracie. But he did say yes if you’re married now,” he points out.
