HARPER
Clara muttered incoherently, partly because her words were muffled by my hand.
"If you want to yell at me for not telling you, then—"
Her tongue flicked out and licked my palm. I instantly dropped my hand.
"Eww, Clara!" I faked a gag, staring at the smear of her lipstick on my skin.
"You deserve that and more," she said, stepping closer. "All punishments are reserved for later. You need to tell me everything about him. Jesus, Harper. How could you keep something like this from me—and I had to find out in the worst way ever!"
I could already guess how she found out. Of course, the night it was announced to the whole world. But hey, it wasn't like I could just tell Clara that it wasn't a real marriage. I mean, it was supposed to be a secret, right? Until the partnership ended. Even though I knew involving Clara wouldn't ruin the setup, I'd still rather not.
—
"You've been married for three weeks?!" She shot off the sofa, nearly spilling the coffee in her cup.
