Deke swallowed hard. “Let’s talk about marriage later, okay?”
I hadn’t actually planned on forcing him to go. His reaction told me everything I needed to know—he’d betrayed me.
I let go of his arm, shoving him back onto the bed. “Fine. Take your time being scared. I have things to do. When you figure it out, we’ll go get the license.”
Relief washed over his face, like a man who’d just dodged a bullet. He nodded, all obedient, then reached for my hand, voice dripping with fake affection.
“Babe, be careful out there. I love you!”
My steps faltered at the door. A sharp pain twisted in my heart.
Deke had said ‘I love you ‘ a million times over the past three years. But right now, it felt like a joke.
I turned back, raising an eyebrow. “You love me? Deke, love isn’t just words. If you really loved me, you’d be getting dressed and following me to the County Clerk’s Office right now, wouldn’t you?”
I put on a heartbroken expression, dabbing at fake tears.
He said nothing. Just turned his back to me, his tone going ice-cold. “Are you trying to force me into marriage?”
