A Wedding to Remember: Switched at Marriage Part 1 by Gina Robinson Read Free Book Online Page A

him moving around. "Shit, I have to get out of here, too. I just looked out the window. There's a news crew setting up in the parking lot. Let me send the driver. I'll meet you at my place."
    "Fine. Where are you now?"
    "Work." He swore some more. "The board is going to be furious with me. Look, I'll have the car there as soon as I can." He paused. "Kayla?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Put on some sunglasses or a hat or something while you wait." Unbelievably, there was suddenly a smile in his voice.
    "You want me to wear a disguise?" I shook my head. "Very funny."
    "Why not? A fake mustache would be even better."
    "Good idea. I'll get a pink one on a stick." I looked around like I might be spotted, and spoke so softly it was almost a whisper into the phone. "So this is what it's going to be like as your wife—a life of disguise and subterfuge? I should have just joined the CIA." I held my skirt down against the wind and clutched my flowers to me with the arm holding my phone.
    " Are you going to be my wife?"
    "I don't have much choice now, do I?" In a weird way, it was a relief to have the decision made for me. "How would we explain the real situation? Neither of us know what really happened."
    "I'll take that as a yes. Not the most romantic marriage proposal acceptance in the world, but whatever," he said. He sounded happy and almost amused, damn him.
    "Tell your driver to look for a girl with a huge bunch of flowers." I looked around furtively. I was not cut out to be a spy.
    "All the tourists buy flowers at the market. That describes half the girls down there." Justin paused. "I'll tell him to look for the girl on the news, only with sunglasses and a pink mustache."
    "Tell him my sunglasses are pink, too, and totally cute."
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    F ifteen excruciating minutes later , a black limo pulled up and a guy with a hand-lettered sign that said K ayla jumped out. I ran to him. He held the door open for me.
    "Where are we going?" I climbed in and laid my flowers on the seat next to me. My phone had stopped buzzing, but only because I'd turned it off.
    "Mr. Green's."
    I stared at him, realizing I'd phrased the question wrong. "But where is that?"
    He looked puzzled as he stared back at me, and I realized I'd made my first mistake. A new bride should probably know where her husband lived. In fact, she should probably be living there with him already. That was traditional, anyway.
    There was an awkward moment of silence until the driver broke down and spoke. "Bellevue."
    Bellevue was a big place. I stopped myself from asking for specifics and nodded as he closed the door.
    We took 520 across the lake as I tried to imagine what kind of a place Justin lived in. House on the water? In a neighborhood? Half an hour later, we cruised into downtown Bellevue and pulled up in front of one of its finest skyscrapers. A news crew was camped outside.
    I was hit with a wave of panic—I had no idea even which floor Justin lived on.
    The driver mistook my worried expression for fear of the news crew. "Don't worry, miss. We'll get you safely to the penthouse. Stay here. I'll phone for help." He texted someone.
    A minute later, a security guard appeared and elbowed his way through the crowed. As the guard opened my door, the driver wished me luck.
    And then I was out in the middle of a mob of reporters shouting questions at me and snapping pictures. Until half an hour ago, Justin had been the most eligible nerd in Seattle. Notoriously private about his personal life. A workaholic who was seldom seen with a girl on his arm. Justin getting married was big news.
    The security guard elbowed his way through the crowd while I kept my head down. He showed me to an elevator. When the doors opened, he typed in a code and pressed the button for the penthouse. "Have a good day, ma'am."
    I barely had time to thank him before the doors closed and I was by myself. On the ride up, I felt totally dazed, like life had somehow pulled a fast one on me and was laughing about it.
    When the