Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

this stuff?

Her head ached by the time the JP showed up at the house.

She was disappointed to open the door and reveal a smiling

middle-aged woman with dyed blonde hair, a little crispy on

the ends, a white suit about a size too small, and a kind smile.

She was hoping it was Coralyn. That they could talk before

they were going to do this.

“My fiancée should be here soon,” Giana told the woman as

she showed her in.

“Carol.” She stuck out a hand that was devoid of jewellery.

“Pleasure to meet you. I have all the paperwork with me. It

was expedited and—”

“Thank you.” Giana had called for the JP and explained

everything the day before, as soon as Coralyn agreed. She’d

texted Coralyn, asking her to send her a copy of her ID and

information to the agency so that they could take care of the

paperwork. They’d said on the phone that it was an unusual

circumstance, but she’d offered them ten thousand dollars to

do it. Which, after a quick check to her bank accounts, the

numbers and passwords she’d found written in a small black

notebook taped to the underside of a drawer in the desk in her

office, she knew she could afford. Somehow, she’d

remembered exactly where to look for that book.

But she still couldn’t remember any details about the

woman she was going to marry. Guilt, fresh and sharp, clawed

at her as she offered Carol a drink.

“I have everything from water to whisky. Whatever you

prefer.”

“Water would be fine, thanks.” Carol reconsidered after a

moment’s pause. “Actually, you know what? If you’re having