Kayla
“Going out?” I asked, struggling against Nicholas’s grip—and trying not to spill my coffee—as he pushed me toward the stairs. “Where?”
“Well, there’s a motorcycle show in town today. Thought it would be fun to check it out.”
I stopped in my tracks at the bottom of the stairs and raised an eyebrow. “A motorcycle show?”
“Yeah,” he said, leaning casually against the banister. “It’s also a good chance for us to be seen together in public. You know, to keep up appearances and all.”
Ah, there it was—the real reason. “Of course,” I replied dryly. “Can’t miss an opportunity to flaunt our happy little union.”
Then came the infuriating smirk. “Exactly. So, what do you say?”
I sighed and turned, heading up the stairs. “Fine. But don’t expect me to pretend I’m excited
