Chapter Forty
“What?” I whisper and wait with bated breath for him to speak.
He steps closer to me and cradles my face in his palms.
As if waiting for this moment, the ocean breeze picks up, making me recall just how wet we both are—and in my case, in multiple ways, thanks to his touch.
“Everything I said during that toast at the ceremony is how I really feel,” Art says, his eyes locked on mine. “I wanted you from the moment I caught you in my dressing room. I think that’s why I asked you to be my green card wife. I had to get to know you, and that was the best pretext I could think of to bring you into my life.”
I feel like I’m about to take flight as I cover his hands with mine. “You mean you weren’t looking for a fake wife?”
“Not until I met you. The idea came to me right then and
