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She doesn’t hesitate. “One, I have spent time actively loathing you. Two, I don’t make great decisions. Three, the way you looked at me at the end of the silent hike.” I can work with those but I’m not touching number three.
Mine have to be strong but not scare her off. “One, you will know how to navigate your way around certain situations. Two, I think you’ll understand why. Three, you make me laugh.”
She crosses her arms. Thinking. “There’s a hitch, isn’t there?”
“Yeah,” I say. “There’s a huge hitch.”
“How huge?”
“You’ll have to be my fiancée.”
Her eyes get wide.
“And it’s my brother’s wedding.”
She tosses her arms in the air then gets in my face. “That’s two hitches.”
She narrows those gorgeous green eyes, the corner of her lip raises as she says, “Keep talking.”
Chapter 9
Time For A Haircut
KAT
Canyon Point, Utah
“You’re like a contrived sitcom plot from the Disney Channel. Will Zendaya’s wacky aunt be there?”
“Yes. Aunt Lolly does not disappoint. Will you please fake marry me and be the absolute worst fiancée in the world?”
“Maybe.”
“Promise we do whatever you want when we’re not hooked into wedding shit. My family is expecting a fiancée. My father’s voice in my head counting down my six months of freedom. It’s a long story.”
“You know Imma need that story.” She rocks back on her heels.
“Not unless you get in that car in the next twenty minutes.”
This is not something I should jump at but every decision I’ve ever made is wrong. Wrong man, job, house, life. Even the friends I’ve made that aren’t my sister, Anna and Ginny are wrong. I had a roommate secretly save my hair from the shower drain. My instincts are way off.
I never leap without looking or stop snarking at the decision. I lead my life with WWND and do the opposite. And Nan would most certainly not do this, but she would approve of this family. I literally have nothing to lose.
All the stinky shamans have been saying, when the path opens, go on it. And if he truly is my fucking spirit animal and this all blows up into a huge mess, I can blame Serge. While getting a tan.
“We tell no one.” I put a finger in his face.
“Hell no. No one finds out.” He shakes his head.
“Give me twenty minutes,” I yell as I run inside the lodge.
Just as I hit the door he yells back, “You have ten.”
I bolt past the slow walkers muttering namaste, fling open my door and scoop up my clothes. I toss them all into one suitcase along with all my bathroom stuff. I leave my curtains, which were also wrong and never fit the windows in Staten Island. I zip it all up.
I’ll change at the Salt Lake airport. I stand still for just a moment. The Kat I know creeps up for only a second worrying this is the wrong choice. What if my body is never found again? What if I kill him? That’s a more distinct possibility.
I dash off a note to Ginny. She can find her way home after being pampered.
