Oops, I Married Your Buddy
"Someone's really marrying her? Even trash gets picked up, huh?"
"She's bluffing. One wink from Noah and she'll be crawling back."
I looked at Johan. Jaw tight.
"If you're serious... I'll do it."
***
By noon, Johan and I were married. By afternoon, we had the license.
I stared at our photo on the certificate, totally out of it.
That's when it finally hit me—Noah and I were done.
Johan glanced over, voice dry.
"If you wanna back out, we can split."
I sniffed, swallowed the lump in my throat.