Page 89 of Keep Me
My body shivered and my center warmed.
Aroused.
That was what it was. I was aroused.
I bit my tongue, holding back my frustration. This entire scenario was ridiculous.
“I’ve been looking into it, and there are a couple of things we have to do to get this thing annulled.”
I waved my hands in his face. “If you can hack into the database, then why do we have to do anything at all? Can’t you just change the status while you’re in there?”
“Like I said, it’s connected to a bunch of different databases, which would involve a hell of a lot of hacking into government websites. As much as I enjoy doing that, I enjoy my freedom even more.”
“Selfish,” I said sarcastically.
I raised my brow, waiting for him to continue.
“The first thing we need to do is wait. Six months. That’s it.”
I thought about it for a second. “Well, I guess that’s not too bad.” I raised my hand and counted with my fingers. “The wedding was in August. It’s November now. It might take them three months to process, so surely, we could start it all off and send the papers out now?”
Matty hummed out. “Mm-hm. Sounds like a good idea, doesn’t it? Sadly, it’s not that simple because I need the paperwork.”
“You mean the marriage certificate?” He nodded. “Don’t you have it? I thought you took it after the ceremony?”
He shook his head. “No. I didn’t want to lose it, so I arranged for it to get mailed out. I thought maybe I’d had a copy mailed to you too. Maybe to your parents’ house?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Believe me, my mom would have told me if I had.” There was a pause in the conversation as I thought about the implication of his words. “Wait. Is that your way of telling me that we don’t have any documentation of the actual wedding itself?”
“Oh, no. There’s documentation. I just don’t have my hands on it.”
“Why not?”
“I guess because I was only allowed to send the documentation to the registered address on my driver’s license.”
“Okay. So it’s at your home?”
He winced at the word. “Wouldn’t call it that, but yeah.”
“Well then go and get it. Once you have it, we’ll be able to start the divorce.”
“Yes, we would. However, getting that piece of paper is proving to be a little more difficult than expected.”
I raised a brow. He hesitated before rolling to his shoulder so he was looking at me. Face-to-face, this was the closest we’d been since that fateful night, and I hated that I wanted to swallow the distance between us and fall into his arms.
“I don’t know if you remember anything I told you about my relationship with my dad.”
“You’ve barely mentioned him,” I stated, but wasn’t entirely sure if it was the truth. My head was spinning with so much information I couldn’t think clearly. “I think you said once you hadn’t spoken to him in a while.”
“Sounds about right,” he mumbled. “We don’t have the best relationship.”
“Does he have the marriage certificate?”
“Yeah.”
“And he won’t just give it back to you?”
“He will, but just like the Las Vegas government, he has stipulations.”
