Page 69 of Finding Hayes
My secret.
“All right, I’ve got a client to meet in an hour, so I need to get out of here. I’ll be in touch.”
We said our goodbyes, and he was out the door.
“Don’t worry. He’s the best. You’re in good hands,” Nash said.
“I—er, I’m sorry for complicating everyone’s life, especially yours,” I said, shaking my head as I looked at Hayes. It was obvious that Nash and Emerson were suspicious that something was up, as I’m sure all of Hayes’s close friends were.
The man didn’t even do relationships.
Did we really think they wouldn’t find it odd that he’d gotten married in a couple of weeks?
This was all supposed to be simple, but now it all felt very complicated.
“Savvy,” Emerson said, and I turned to look at her. “We aren’t here to judge. We support you both, no matter what.”
“Agreed.” Nash nodded.
“We’re married. We’re happy. That’s all anyone needs to know. That’s all that fucking matters.” Hayes pushed to his feet and tossed his empty coffee cup into the garbage can. “And you’re getting that money. And your dad is going to get into that trial, and he’s going to be okay. Because you deserve that, Sav. You’rethe best person I know. You’re my wife, and you fucking deserve everything good.”
Everyone gaped at the man who was usually short on words.
“I’ll be damned. Our boy is a sap for his wife, and I’m here for it.” River pushed to his feet. “Now, let’s get out of their hair. They’re newlyweds, after all.”
Emerson whispered in my ear that she’d do some research about the trial for my father after I gave the short version about his illness. We all hugged goodbye, and then it was just me and Hayes standing in the entryway of his home.
Of our home.
I looked up at him, unsure of what to do next.
“Let’s get your things moved out of the guest room. Tonight, you’re sleeping in my bed.Ourbed. Don’t even try to argue with me, because we’re doing this.”
And he wouldn’t get one argument from me.
My husband was calling the shots now.
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Hayes
It had been a day.We were dealing with a lawsuit from a gold-digging asshole who’d already taken advantage of a really kind old man.
And this marriage we’d gotten into was going to be scrutinized.
Savannah was beating herself up that she’d dragged me into this, but what she didn’t know was that I was happy to be here.
With her.
I’d missed her. All these years we’d spent apart, something had been missing. And now she was back in my life, and I wanted to keep her right here.
We’d moved all her things into my room, cleaning up all signs that she’d spent any time in the guest room before Belinda arrived at the house this week to clean.
We were in such a gray area.
I was so fucking attracted to her but so afraid to do anything that would run her off.
