calories in this bag. If I’m going to consume a million calories, it’d better be a gourmet meal.”
Emmett stuck his hand into the bag and came out with one of the cheeseburgers. She watched as he unwrapped the sandwich, took a huge bite and, because that move took both hands, drove with his knee.
Because he was big enough to drive with his knee.
One booted foot firmly on the floor, his left knee kept the SUV perfectly positioned in the center of the lane.
What an irritatingly sexy move that was. Why did he have to be so damn capable at everything?
She rummaged through the bag until she found her sandwich. A fish sandwich had been the least calorie-laden item on the menu. It was roughly the size of a silver dollar, smashed flat, and half the cheese was glued to the cardboard container rather than on the bun.
“Great.”
Emmett’s hand plunged into the bag again and he came out with a container of fries. The burger held in one hand, he wedged the fry container between his big thighs and shoved three or four fries into his mouth. Even with one cheek stuffed like a chipmunk’s, he didn’t appear any less capable.
She’d been around strong men all her life. Her father and her brothers were all strong, commanding, decisive men.
Emmett had those traits as well, but it came in a less refined package. Sure, he dressed well, but there was a rough-hewn edge beneath that Armani shirt.
It bothered her. It bothered her because it didn’t make any sense.
It bothers you because you find it attractive.
Just like she’d found Blake attractive? Just like she’d found plenty of other men who were all wrong for her attractive?
She nibbled on the edge of her fish sandwich, sending a longing look to the fries nestled between Emmett’s legs.
“See something you like?” He crumpled the empty burger wrapper and tossed it into the fast-food bag at her feet.
She jerked her gaze to his face and was alarmed to find him smiling over at her.
“No. I don’t,” she argued a little too fervently.
His smile remained. Eyes on the road, he proffered the container of fries.
Rather than resist, she plucked out three perfectly golden, salty potatoes and reminded herself that the bossy, attractive man in the driver’s seat was as bad for her as this meal.
Hour Three
Emmett slid a look over at Stefanie, who was intently scrolling through her phone and had been for the last several miles. What the hell was she doing?
“You’re going to make yourself carsick,” he grumbled.
He could feel her eyes on him. Wide, innocent eyes.
He didn’t understand that observation about her, but it was nonetheless true. The only Ferguson daughter wasn’t naive or immature. She was headstrong and mulish, and he knew from experience, since he had both those attributes in spades. When they belonged to a woman, however, people saw her as a trite, vapid troublemaker.
Frankly, it pissed him off. He’d known Stef for as long as he’d known Chase, and she wasn’t any of those things. But she must’ve been immune to what the public said about her. She never complained about her image or tried to make herself smaller because the media talked about her.
“You do your thing, I’ll do mine.” Her snide remark made him smile in spite of himself.
His “thing” at the moment was chauffeuring her safely from Dallas to San Antonio so that she could hobnob with her friends and ignore him. Which was what being around her was always like. He’d been joking about sleeping in the SUV, but he assumed he could find a last-minute room. San Antonio was a big city.
He checked the rearview mirror and noticed the same black sedan he’d clocked earlier. It trailed three or four cars behind him. He wasn’t so paranoid that he believed they were being followed—it was a highway and they were all heading the same direction—but neither would he take Stef’s safety for granted.
He’d been in the habit of looking out for her over the past couple of years, so he supposed that was the reason he’d offered himself up as the human sacrifice rather than asking her to change her plans.
First off, he knew she wouldn’t. And if she’d gone anyway, he’d have been the one tailing her right now.
Another glance showed the black sedan sliding into the same lane and vanishing behind a semi.
It was early yet. He’d keep an eye on it.
Both eyes.
Hour Four
Stef paused her scrolling through her address book, which she’d been desperately searching for a man to marry her for show.
She was young, rich and attractive, yet this was proving to be an insurmountable task. Every name she passed on the list was either seeing someone or the wrong choice. Like Oliver James, for example.
She and Oliver had casually dated for three months last summer. He was a successful commercial real estate buyer and a few years older than her. They’d stopped seeing each other mutually when things had simmered down.
She’d been contemplating texting him to find out if he was still single when Emmett spoke up to ask her if she was cold and snapped her out of her imaginings. Just as well. Oliver was a nice enough guy, but she didn’t know if she could trust him when it came to being discreet. He was showy with a big personality. Always telling a joke or commanding the attention of the room.
Definitely not a good choice for an undercover marriage.
Now, though, her eyes rested on a name that she hadn’t considered before. She blinked, considered what she knew of the man and wondered if she could slot him into the role of groom even on a pretend-temporary basis.
Emmett Keaton.
She wrinkled her nose, but the distaste she tried to feel wasn’t there.
Stefanie Keaton.
It might work.
At first blush, the idea seemed insane, but when she allowed herself to walk through the steps of arranging a wedding to the man driving, it wasn’t so insane.
Emmett didn’t like her and she didn’t like him that much, either. Ending a marriage when it was time would be as natural as breathing for them.
She looked up “marriage licenses in Harlington” on her phone and Google provided the website for the city. She hadn’t exactly lied about going to San Antonio. The smaller district was located about thirty minutes outside San Antonio. If she had told Chase that she was heading to the one-horse town to visit her high-class friends, he would’ve known something
