Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“We’d never make it in prison. Let’s take it down a notch or five hundred.” I should actually be appreciative that she’s willing to commit murder for me. What are best friends for if you can’t call them and tell them to bring a shovel to an undisclosed location without them asking any questions?
“Fine.” A small huff leaves her. “We could scare him away. Be super annoying and send him running to the city.”
“We tried that, and now I’m married.”
Katherine snorts a laugh. “We could be more annoying.”
“The idea of that scares even me,” I tell her. “Everything I do is returned with a charming smile by him.” I throw my hands up in the air. “I think he likes it.” Freaking weirdo.
“Well, then,” Katherine scrunches her nose, “maybe you’re a perfect fit and you stay married.” I will not let my mind go there.
Waking up on his chest felt right. So did all the other small things that happened throughout the night. More than anything, there was this warmness in his eyes when they landed on me.
"Seriously?" That can't be her plan. She shrugs and then takes a giant bite of her burrito. "All right, let's think. What if there is no paperwork?" There should be a wedding certificate, right?
"Are we breaking into town hall?" Katherine perks up. "I have outfits for this."
"Katherine!"
"I know, don't be mad I made them without you. You've been in the city, and I had to do something to keep busy."
"Fine, I'll let it go."
"At least now we're ready to roll. When are we doing this?" Katherine is already getting up off her bed.
"It's daylight."
"It's better in the daylight." She shifts on her feet.
"There are no ghosts in town hall."
"You don't know that."
"I've never seen one," I counter.
"Some you don't see," she says like my response was the stupidest thing she's ever heard. "They move things and throw them at you before taking over your body."
"Right, what was I thinking?" I roll my eyes and fall back onto her bed. She comes to stand over me.
“While you’re thinking, maybe you should think about the conflict of interest. Would that go bye-bye if you divorce?”
“Shit.” I hadn’t thought about that.
“Right, now you’ve got this sucker in the palm of your hand.”
“It doesn’t feel that way.” I’m starting to think he’s got me right where he wants me. “Wait, why did he agree to marry me? What is he getting out of this?” I sit back up, and Katherine jumps back and we almost hit heads.
“Ah, I don’t know.” Now we’re both left dumbfounded.
“There has to be something. He’s up to more than we know. We need to circle back around and investigate this man.” Katherine grabs her laptop.
“What’s his last name?” she asks me. I slam my hand over my mouth in shock. “You don’t know!” Katherine bursts into a fit of laughter. I try to fight a smile but lose out. Leave it to me to not even know my new last name. This would only happen to one of us.
“There can’t be a ton of Pierces that are lawyers in the city, right? I’ve never met a person with the first name Pierce before. Girls find shit with less information than that.”
“This is true. And we know who one of his friends is, so we can search their socials.” Great minds think alike. We begin digging around, trying to find out who my new husband actually is.
I search through social media. That’s more my thing, but I don’t come up with anything.
"Is it really possible for people to live without social media? That’s not a thing, right?”
“My grandparents don’t have it. Well, except that one time we made Grams one so that we could find out what the knitting ladies were up to a few summers ago.” We tried to infiltrate their Facebook group. They have that shit locked down tight. Grams didn't even make it in. They really are cutthroat.
“Shit, I forgot about that, and we never found out.” How did that slip my mind? I also can't remember what we were even trying to find out.
“Normally you’d say this, but I’ll give it a go. Tinsley, focus.”
"Right, sorry. But I can't find him on social media."
We both keep digging until I get a text from my mom checking in. I tell her I'm good, but then a picture pops up from her, making me growl.
"What?" Katherine peers over my shoulder. "Oh noes. Someone caught your climb down of shame."
"That doesn't roll off the tongue right."
"Ladder of shame?"
"I need to head home." I roll off the bed. "Besides, I was fixing the lights on the house."
"If you say so."
I pull back on the boots that she brought for me. "You keep digging and I'll be in contact."
"Roger that." She gives me a mock salute.