Page 57 of Broken Lies
“Try not to enjoy it too much.”
“Believe me. I won’t.”
I stand there and watch as Ronan pulls out of the garage before taking the elevator up to the penthouse.
As I expected, when I get home, Riley is nowhere to be found, so I head straight up the stairs and down the hall to her room.
I don’t bother knocking.
I throw open the door and find Riley sitting crossed-legged on the bed with her laptop in front of her and her earbuds in.
She jumps when she glances up and sees me standing in the doorway, which has me fighting a smile.
“Jesus, ever heard of knocking?” She scowls, taking out her headphones.
“This is my apartment.”
“What do you want, Kieran?” She looks back down at her laptop.
I try to ignore the shiver that runs down my spine at the sound of my name on her lips. “Pack a bag. We’re going to Vegas.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
She sighs as she closes her laptop. “Why are we going to Vegas?”
“Because we’re getting married tomorrow.”
Her mouth opens, and then closes. “I… What?”
“You want this to work, right?” I pull the contract out of the envelope and toss it on the bed.
She snatches it up immediately and starts scanning the contents. “Well, yeah, but?—”
“Then this is how we do it.”
“I thought Brennan was going to forge a certificate or something? I didn’t think we actually needed to getmarried.”
“Not backing out of the deal, are we?” I lean against the doorway and raise my eyebrows.
“No. I’m just…confused is all.”
“Brennan is forging the legal documents. But after our little outing last night, it seems people are already sniffing around us. If we’re seen going into some sleazy chapel, it will only solidify our story more.”
Her eyes narrow as she glares at me. “I thought you hated the idea of marrying me.”
“I do. But I hate Sean O’Keefe more.”
“Lovely. So, I’m just the lesser of two evils?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I shrug. “I’ve been called worse.”
I turn to leave, but her voice stops me in my tracks.
