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“Youarea good person, Lexi. You just really like my dick. It’s fine.”

That earned me a pinch on the bicep. “Jerk.”

“So we’re going to stay married?”

“I suppose we can stay married.” She wrapped those legs around me. “If that works for you.”

“It definitely works for me.” I entered her fully with a swift, deep stroke. “Wife.”

FIFTEEN

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There was justone person who wasn’t pleased about my newlywed status.

“You’remarried?” Tabitha gaped at me when I saw her at work the following week. “Gran said so, but I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” I flipped my wrist down in front of her face. “See?”

She grabbed my hand and examined my fingers, her expression curdling from disbelief to distaste. “What is that?”

“It’s my ring.”

“There’s no diamond.”

I snatched my hand back. “I didn’t want a diamond.”

Tabitha barked a laugh. “Who doesn’t want a diamond? Is the guy poor or something?”

“No, he isn’t. I’m just not superficial like that.” I turned to the computer and started scrolling through the upcoming reservations I’d have to cancel. Devlin and I had discussed trying to remain open during the start of construction, but ultimately, we’d decided the work could be done quicker if the place was empty of guests. It would also save us from a lot of complaints about noise, dust, and inconvenience. We planned to offer two free nights when the resort opened up again to compensate them.

“Who is thishusband, anyway?” Tabitha said from behind me. “Gran went on about him like he’s some kind of knight who rode in on a white horse to rescue us.”

“His name is Devlin Buckley.”

“Devlin?” She paused. “Wasn’t that the name of the guy you spent the night with a few weeks ago?”

“If you must know, yes.”

“You didn’t even know his lastnamethe next morning. Now you’re his wife? I’m no mathematician, but something doesn’t add up.”

I turned around and faced my cousin, who stood with her arms folded over her chest. “It adds up just fine. We stayed in touch. We fell in love. We eloped.”

Her eyes narrowed. She folded her arms over her chest. “And now you inherit Snowberry, right? That’s convenient.”

“It is,” I agreed. “Since this place means everything to me. I’m lucky my husband understands and wants to work with me to fix it up.”

“Instead of sell?”

“We don’t want to sell. We want to renovate.”

“But I want my money,” she said, her tone growing more desperate. “I have plans.”

“There’s no money to give you.”

“There would be if we sold. What was the name of that company who wanted to buy it? Something about diamonds?” She snapped her fingers. “Black Diamond, was it?”

“That deal is off the table,” I said quickly, panic rising fast in my chest.