Page 28 of Finding Hayes
“I don’t think it will be that complicated. Who’s going to be paying attention?” River asked. “But you just can’t tell anyone what we’ve discussed here. It would have to stay between the three of us.”
“I can live with that.” Savannah turned to look at me. “So, are you in? Do you want me to be your ball and chain for the next few months? I promise to be the best girlfriend and then fiancée and then wife before I leave you high and dry and file for divorce.” She extended her hand in offering to seal the deal.
“Sounds like a match made in heaven.” I oozed sarcasm and wrapped my large hand around hers.
It was probably the worst idea I’d ever agreed to.
But for whatever reason, I couldn’t say no. “I’m in.”
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I followedHayes out to his truck, and my head was spinning. River gave us a boatload of things we’d need to do starting now.
First, we were not to tell anyone what was discussed in the office today. He wouldn’t even say it aloud.
Second, we needed to start being seen together. Take our romance public immediately. The first time would be tonight at Whiskey Falls.
Third, when we’re in public, we would need to pour on the PDA. Things were going to be moving quickly, and it would need to be believable.
When Hayes pulled open the passenger door, I climbed in, and he reached over to grab my seat belt. I slapped his hand away. “I can buckle myself. I only let you do that earlier because I was a mess.”
He raised a brow. “We’re in public. I thought it was a boyfriend thing to do.”
Damn this man. I tossed my hands in the air. “Fine. Spoil me.”
He pulled the seat belt across my body, and his hand grazed my thigh as he did it.
How was I going to pretend to date him?
Here I was, trying to avoid him, and now I’d agreed to marry him?
How did this even happen?
Once he was in the driver’s seat, he cranked the heat and started driving toward the farmhouse.
“Are we making a huge mistake?” I whispered.
“Probably,” he grumped before glancing over at me when he came to a stop sign. “But it will get your dad the treatment he needs. And it’ll give you a break in life. One I think you could use.”
I wanted to be offended, but it was sweet. And I had much more to gain from this arrangement than he did.
“Thank you for doing this. I promise I’ll pour it on thick in front of your boss,” I said.
“Don’t worry about that. I’m not sure I’m the right guy for the job anyway.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, as he pulled down the long driveway toward the farmhouse.
“Because I have no desire to play the game. Maybe I’m not meant to lead if I can’t get on board with the politics side of things.”
“Don’t you dare say that about my future husband,” I said, as I waggled my brows. “We’re going to get you that promotion, Woody.”
“How about you just focus on figuring out how we’re going to pull this off.”
“Well, tonight’s our big debut, right? We’ll put on a show and have everyone talking. It’ll be easy.”
