“Well...” He sighed, helping himself to her fridge. “You’ve gotta get more food.”
“I’d love to—assuming the baby follows this trend of actually allowing me to eat.”
“Right.” He shut the fridge door.
“Want some of my soup?”
He blanched.
“Okay, spill it,” Paisley said.
“Your soup?”
Hands on her hips, she frowned. “Really? Spill the reason why your complexion looks grayer than mine.”
He sighed. “You’re not going to like it. I don’t like it. Honestly? We should bail.”
“Is this about #Mogan?” She poured her soup into a mug, then joined him at her kitchen table that was a repurposed wrought iron patio set she’d painted white. Her protruding belly wouldn’t allow her anywhere near the table’s surface, so she cradled her mug and leaned back in her chair.
“Look, I don’t know any way to say this other than blurting it. My mom called and is expecting us to get married along with the happy couple. She’s arranged for our family pastor to perform the service and told me to show up with you and our license. She’s expecting a real marriage, but we—”
“Are just neighbors! What do you mean we’re getting married? Like she’s expecting a real wedding in front of God and everyone we know? It’s official, you’ve gone off the deep end. I don’t even have a dress.”
“We’ll find one.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Promise, everything will be fine. Besides, as soon as Dad... Well, we both know this is only temporary.”
The fact made her beyond sad.
But it was the truth.
Another truth? The more this sham relationship forced the two of them together, the more she saw that maybe Wayne was more of a stand-up guy than she’d always thought. He was handsome and sensitive. Funny. A safe driver. Great for fishing her flip-flops out from under her sofa. But legit husband material? Nope. Not happening. Her baby boy was all the testosterone she could handle.
For his dad, for the sake of their friendship, she had to play this sham marriage through to the tragic end.
“I’ve got an idea.” She set her mug on the table.
“Lay it on me.”
“What if we faked the license? I’m sure we can grab one online, then fill it out, but not file it. For that matter, you could even grab a legit one from the courthouse.”
Eyebrows raised, he asked, “You’d be okay with lying before our friends, my family and God?”
“How upset was your mother?”
“Sobbing. I’ve never heard her like that. But she wasn’t upset about Dad—but us. She was mad at me. I honestly don’t think she has a clue how bad off he is. Which means he’s either doing a miraculous job of hiding it from her, or there’s more to the story. She wouldn’t even talk about him. It was bizarre. But then he got on the phone and sounded happier than I’ve ever heard him. He was a new man. Didn’t even sound sick.”
“Grief affects everyone differently.”
“I suppose.”
“Or, maybe you’re right and he hasn’t told her. I can’t imagine how tough it would be for him to hide something like this, but I suppose if he’s determined it could be done. We won’t know for sure until we get there and see the two of them together.”
Arching his neck, he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefingers. “I’m sorry to have dragged you into this. We should probably call it off. I’ll come clean with my parents and—”
“No way. If this news made such a huge improvement in your dad’s entire demeanor, we should at least try. If he makes a full recovery and they figure out our marriage isn’t legit, we’ll deal with it then, but otherwise, for his sake, let’s roll with it.”
“You’re sure?” He held his hand out to her, only not to shake, but hold.
Her pulse quickened at his touch. Her attraction to her neighbor had Paisley unsure of her own name, let alone if this was a good or bad decision. But then he released her and she just as quickly rationalized this was a horrible decision—for her.
For Wayne’s poor, dying dad? It was the only way to go.
Paisley nodded. “Absolutely. Let’s do this.”
* * *
THE FRIDAY BEFORE the Easter weekend, after a grueling run and ocean swim, Wayne brushed sand from his base locker, beyond relieved for the weekend and to get off at the highly reasonable hour of 3:00 p.m.
He’d worked it out with his CO to have a week’s leave in conjunction with the Easter holiday. Logan had done the same. The plan was to leave next Thursday, celebrate and help with wedding prep, get married on Saturday, celebrate Easter Sunday, then depart for a brief honeymoon at some nearby swanky ranch/spa that Monica’s mother highly recommended.
Wayne was exhausted just thinking about it all. He hated lying to his parents. But then he remembered the way his father had brightened at the news of the wedding and baby. It had been downright miraculous.
Logan approached, swatting Wayne’s ass with his towel.
“What the hell?” Wayne snapped. He was already on edge from the angry rock one of the younger guys was playing at full blast at the other end of the room.
“Chill, bro. I’m high on life. God, I can’t wait to be married. Monica decided we’ll be living at her place for the time being, but her folks want to buy us a house for a wedding gift. Can you believe it? Am I the luckiest guy on earth, or what?”
“I’m happy for you,” Wayne said. “If you’re sure this is what you want?”
“Of course, it is. I love her, she loves me. Done deal.”
Logan dropped his towel to pull on boxers.
Wayne returned to his locker; he’d brushed and brushed, but there always seemed to be more sand. Story of his life.
“Are you and Baby Momma getting hitched for real?”
“Don’t call her that,” Wayne said with an angry crackle to his tone. “And no. After my last go-round with marriage, I’m never doing it again. We’ll fake the license. I’ll talk with Pastor Jim at the rehearsal—explain about Dad.”
Logan whistled. “That sounds fun.”
“Screw you. It never would have gone this far if you and Monica hadn’t invited yourselves to what would have otherwise been an ordinary weekend.”
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.” Logan slapped his shoulder. “You were drowning in this from the first day you popped the question to your girl.”
“She’s not my girl and you started this whole thing by suggesting I rent a wife.”
Laughing, Logan said, “I didn’t know you’d be stupid enough to actually do it.”
“Yo—how come no one else is invited to your weddings?” Lion wandered up. Big, blond and sometimes scary, Lion had been given his call sign for his tendency to roar when going into battle. Plus, his furrowed