Brandy’s POV
I fidget nervously in the passenger seat of Kane’s truck as we navigate the town streets toward City Hall. Tucked securely in my purse is the marriage certificate we applied for three days ago, a small piece of paper that feels incredibly heavy in my lap.
Kane’s hand suddenly slides across the console, landing on my knee. I startle, my gaze snapping toward him.
‘Okay?’ he asks, glancing at me, with a steady smile, ‘second thoughts?’
I shake my head, ‘No’ I reply honestly, ‘no second thoughts.’
He squeezes my knee gently. ‘Good’ he murmurs, ‘because I am not above tying you up and carrying you into there over my shoulder.’
I gasp before a sudden burst of laughter escapes my lips. ‘You wouldn’t dare’ I giggle.
Kane shrugs, his expression unreadable but his eyes dancing. ‘
