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“Why?”
“My family would kill me if they knew I went to the courthouse. They’ve been waiting for me to finally settle down for years.”
My eyebrows raised. “So youdohave more reasons to do this.”
“Maybe I do.” He shrugged. “I love my family, but they can be overbearing, especially when I’ve not been serious about anyone.”
“And why haven’t you?”
“I haven’t met the right person yet.” He looked at me and I shook my head.
“It’s not me. You’re way too normal for me. And you have a revenge streak.”
“Youhave a revenge streak.”
“Exactly. We can’t both have one or else the world might end.”
He shook his head but didn’t argue. “The world would also end if my mom or stepmom found out I didn’t invite them to the wedding.”
“Invite them to the courthouse.”
“That’s even worse. They’re gonna want pictures and food and a whole party.”
“This little scheme is getting more and more expensive.”
“You’ll see why I’m not worried about it when you have access to my bank account.”
My cheeks flamed. “Levi, you can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“B-because you could get robbed.”
“No one’s around.”
“And it’s gauche to talk about money. EvenIknow that.”
“Not when you’re about to be my wife. Besides, you wanted the money, right? It’s why you’re doing this.”
“Well, yes, but it’s temporary. I just need a break from working, and then when we divorce, I’ll get back to it.”
“You’ll have enough money to not worry about it.”
Would I? Once my health came into play, I would eat through any money way too quickly without insurance. The medicine I was on was ridiculously expensive. I’d tried the cheaper ones, but didn’t have luck.
There was a limit to how much money a man would give someone pretending to be his wife.
“Speaking of things not to worry about, do you have health insurance? And as your wife, can I get on it?”
“Of course you can. We can add you after the wedding.”
“And how long does that take?”
“Usually not long, but there’s some paperwork to file, and the person that usually handles it is out on maternity leave, so maybe a few weeks. Do you need it for anything?”
A spike of anxiety made me sit up straighter. I didn’t talk about my debilitating migraines with anyone. They were a thing I dealt with alone, and I highly doubted that Levi would want to marry me if he knew how sick I could get.
I would have to hope that I would get on his plan fast enough to get as much of my usual medicine as I could, and then when I was on my own, it would work out.