Page 110 of Clinically Delicious
“We’re going to regret this.”
“Probably.”
“I can’t believe I’m even considering—”
The sound of small feet on the stairs made us both freeze.
“Cate?” Megan’s voice drifted down. “I heard yelling.”
Gabriel and I stared at each other, and I realized, with a sinking feeling of inevitability, that we were out of time.
Whatever we decided, we had to decide it now.
“We’re fine, baby!” I called up, my voice only slightly strangled. “Just... talking. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Silence.
“Okay!”
Her footsteps retreated.
I turned back to Gabriel.
“If we do this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “we do it right. No more secrets. No more sneaking around. We tell Megan—carefully—and we figure out how to make this look real. Because if Tonya’s lawyer investigates and finds out this is fake, it’s over. For both of us.”
Gabriel’s hand tightened on mine.
“Agreed.”
“And we need a plan. A real plan. Not just... let’s get married and hope for the best.”
“We’ll figure it out. Together.”
Together.The word settled over me like a blanket. Warm and terrifying and impossibly complicated.
I took a deep breath.
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” I met his eyes. “Let’s do this. Let’s get married.”
And just like that, I went from secret affair to fake wife.
