“She’s seventeen.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Gator stated, stepping out of the shadows and throwing a set of keys in the air before catching them. “Romeo will respect your wishes and wait until she’s legal, but understand this, Doc. When he comes for her, not even God will stop him. Now, if you will excuse me. My future sister-in-law told me where I can find my woman. I think it’s time we talked.”
“Gator?” I spoke up as he turned to leave. “Be gentle with her. She’s carrying the weight of the world right now.”
The annoying Cajun smirked. “Same goes for you, Doc. You hurt my cousin and I will show you what it really means to be rode hard and put up wet.”
Heading back inside, I barely made it back to the ballroom when Jack, Granny, LeeAnn and King stopped me dead in my tracks. “We need to talk.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I looked around and spotted Josie talking with Judge Tomlinson across the room, as he handed her something. I watched as her eyes grew wide and then she stormed off, heading for a side door. Her back was ramrod straight.
Shit. This was not good.
“Can it wait?”
“No,” King growled. “Tell me you told Josie the truth.”
I slowly shook my head.
“Boy,” Jack growled at me. “What the hell have you been doing?”
Glaring at the man, I snarked, “If you haven’t noticed, Jack, I’ve been a little busy lately.”
Granny stepped right up to me and got in my face. “You go tell that girl right now, George. We’ve all done our part. You better fix this fast before it blows up in your face!”
Nodding, I gulped as Granny pointed her dainty finger at my chest.
“Yep. Telling her now.”
Brushing past them, I entered the ballroom when I spotted Cameron rushing over to me. “Carebear!”
“Not now, kid. I gotta find Josie.”
“She knows!” the brat shouted, causing several eyes to turn my way. Stopping dead in my tracks, I turned, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and hauled him close. “What the hell do you mean, she knows? I thought you were blackmailing the judge!”
“Yeah, about that.” The kid huffed. “Judge wasn’t too happy about being blackmailed. Now I’ve got to spend my summer vacation doing community service!”
Chapter Thirty-One
Josie
George was a dead man walking.
I was going to kill him.
Right after I took the hide off his bones!
Storming out of the ballroom, I clutched the paper Judge Tomlinson handed me tightly in my hands.
Married!
I was married to George!
I was already married to a two-timing, low-down, man whore bigamist and now George had made me a bigamist too!
“Whoa.” Bailey rushed over to me as I kept walking. “What happened?”
Handing her the paper Judge Tomlinson gave me, I continued my search for my soon-to-be-dead husband, Geroge Harrison Steiner. That was, if I could find the hiding fucker.
