“Do you like it?” Ambrose asked me as we watched the sunset from the lake. “We must go on more vacations in the future.”
I smiled and shrugged. “Will you waste a lot of money for a fake marriage with me?” I asked him, chuckling weakly. “I don’t want to make you poor.” I kidded and he laughed.
“Make me poor?” he asked in disbelief. He held my hand and pulled me closer to him. “Do you think several simple vacations would make me broke?” His eyes were on me, reflecting the light from the setting sun.
I shrugged. “Did you think I would be worth all the money you’re spending?”
“Why won’t you be?” he asked me back. “You’re my wife.”
“But not your real mate,” I countered. “I am only here for you for six months. You should go on and hurry up in finding your rightful mate before our contr
