“You can’t do this,” Julie mumbles as we walk into the courtroom and toward the Graham’s bench.
“Looks like I just did.” She tries to jerk her arm out of my hold, but once again I don’t let her go.
“You’re an ass,” she hisses while we walk through the wooden gate and up to the front.
“Did anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you’re mad?” I don’t look down at her as I say it, but I can feel her hot glare on me when I raise my chin to the front of the courtroom. “Let’s get started, Earl.”
The town’s notary public waddles around from behind the desk and holds out a little booklet with a piece of paper in front of him. The squatty man that reminds me of a penguin clears his throat and begins to read.
“Dearly beloved—”
“Nope,” I say, cutting him off. “Skip to the end.”
“Uh okay.” H
