“I didn’t mean for me. I meant for you. I assume you have your own assets you would want to protect.”
I do have my own assets. Mustang taught me well. Like him, I have an investment account along with some real estate holdings. I even have a decent amount in my savings. Nothing like he had, but I haven’t had a lifetime to prepare like him.
Still, none of that matters. If she wanted it, I would give it to her. I will do everything I can to make sure she is taken care of. That is my oath.
“No. I don’t need a prenup.”
She sits back in her seat, looking back out the window.
After a minute, she asks, “Are we really going to do this?”
“We are, my dear fiancée.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Rain
I getout of my truck and slam the door, making both men look my way.
“Sorry I’m late,” I say as I approach them.
“You’re fine,” Mr. Cohen says.
“Thank you for coming and doing this. I know we could have done it ourselves, but with this being legal, we didn’t want there to be any questions,” I tell him.
“I appreciate how seriously you are taking this, Miss Wilson.”
Ridge steps toward me, and when he leans in to kiss my cheek, I have to stop myself from tensing.
Did he really just kiss my cheek? We don’t have to pretend, yet I feel like that is what he is doing.
“Hey, sweetheart. You ready to do this?” he asks, completely unfazed.
Ready to do this.
Thisbeing us getting married and spending the next two years living together and another one separated. Am I ready?
Meek offered to officiate the wedding for us, but I couldn’t let that happen. It’s bad enough that they know this is happening.The last thing I wanted was for our friends to have a front seat to this sham of a marriage.
I will never get married for real, but that doesn’t mean I want to celebrate a fake marriage either.
“Let’s do it,” I tell him.
Mr. Cohen chuckles. “Eager. I like it. I was just going over the vows with your future husband. Would you like me to run through them with you before we get started?”
“I’m good,” I say quickly, and if Ridge’s expression is anything to go by, a little too quickly.
The three of us walk over and stand next to the creek, forming a triangle. Ridge holds out his hands to me, making me frown before I realize what he wants.
It’s typical to hold hands as you recite your vows. He wants to hold my hand. My stomach is in knots as reality sinks in.
I am about to marry this man.
When I place my hands in his, I’m pleasantly surprised. I don’t know why I expected them to be clammy like mine, but they aren’t. No, his hands are steady and warm. Grounding.
“Ready?” Mr. Cohen asks.