Page 76 of Fake Wife
Yeah. I rub my fingers across my forehead. “You’re probably right.”
But something doesn’t feel right.
Perhaps Teagan didn’t tell me she loves me last night, but I know she does. No one can feign the look in her eyes when I took her, like with one simple thrust of my cock into her cunt, she was also giving me her soul.
“I should go check on her,” I say to Trey.
“Don’t.” He gestures for another round of shots for us. Tequila this time. Awesome.
“You didn’t hear her.” I toss a stack of bills to pay the check onto the table.
“Settle. You’re acting like a teenager whose girl isn’t returning his first five texts. If anything, she’s nervous. I know I’d be pissing myself at the thought of marrying you. You threw her for a loop. Give her time to get used to it.”
The sooner we get married the sooner all this shit settles in my rearview and the future is only Cannon Bluffs and Teagan. I had to make some calls and pull some strings for it to be valid since she wasn’t there to sign in person, but it helps sometimes to have the Lane name, and before I leave it all in the dust, I called in one last favor.
I don’t even want to wait three more weeks to call her mine.
I blow out a heavy breath and take the tequila shot when it arrives. “Fuck off, Trey.”
He grins and clinks our glasses together. “There you go again, fascinated with my dick.”
Asshole. It’s the same shit we’ve flung at each other since freshman year. But damn it, I wouldn’t be able to survive without this guy by my side.
There’s really nothing that can fuck up this day. Teagan’s said she’ll sign the marriage certificate I sent to her. My trust is securely in my name. My father’s attempts at protesting Eleanor’s state of mind is a hassle my lawyers and I will have to deal with, but I know nothing will come of his blustering.
It’s just me and my girl, and once I slide another ring on her finger, nothing can stop us from doing all the things we’ve dreamed of.
I stay for one more round of drinks and then I switch to water so I can be sober when I get home and take Teagan into my arms. An hour later, I leave the bar and climb into my car, when my phone starts ringing.
Assuming it’s Teagan, I answer the call without checking the ID.
“Hey, angel.”
“You son of a living asshole!” Caitlin shouts in my ear. “What the hell are you thinking?”
My foot hesitates on the brake before I put the car in drive. “What the fuck, Caitlin?”
“You…I can’t even talk to you. Where are you?”
“I’m on my way home. Who pissed in your panties?” Good Lord. The girl is sometimes nutty, but she rarely freaks out like this.
“You, you son of a bitch.”
I inhale a calming breath, but it doesn’t settle the storm building in my chest, spreading to my gut. “Caitlin—”
“I don’t want to hear it. I mean, to send your dad here, of all people? That’s fucking rich, Corbin.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Caitlin. Calm down.”
“I will not calm down!” She shouts so loudly I yank the phone from my ear. “She’s gone, you asshole! And you did it to her. Get your ass back here and find her and fix this!”
I can see her seething glare as she ends the call and the phone goes silent. I’m only five minutes away from my condo, but I’m shaking.
Gone. She. Fix it. My dad?
It’s all a jumble in my head, roaring like thunder, and I don’t know what in the hell Caitlin’s problem is, but I know it’s Teagan, and somehow, something has gone horribly wrong.
“Shit,” I growl, and slam my fist to the horn, blaring it like the asshole Caitlin’s just called me, and none of the people in front of me give a crap.
