“Well, that leads to storage, not the door for your dramatic exit. But good luck. I’m not signing shit. I won this fair and square. I won you. If you could also track down the chapel we went to and get them to send me the footage, I’d love to savor the moment that I claimed you.” I turn slowly, rage vibrating in my bones. Putting my fingers to my plump lips, I freeze. Did we kiss? Fuck. It’s so annoying I can’t remember anything. “I’m going to kill you.” He beams. “Not before our honeymoon, love.”
