“How did you find out where I was staying?” I asked Connor as he climbed out of his rental car. Aaliyah wasn’t far behind him, and he waited until she was right beside him to start approaching. He never walked ahead of her, always side by side. If they were walking through a door, he’d hold it open for her. If she coughed, he already had a glass of water ready for her to sip. I bet most people didn’t notice the little things that Connor did for his wife, but they always stood out to me. I didn’t believe in love until I saw how it worked for them. They made it look easy.

“You don’t think you’re the only one who’s a good detective, do you?” he joked, walking over to me. He patted me on the shoulder because he knew how I felt about hugs.

Aaliyah already looked as if she was seconds away from bursting into tears. Her kind heart always lived in the viewpoint of her brown eyes. Kind of like Stella’s. Not that I was learning anything about her heart or kindness. It was just something I noticed.

Aaliyah smiled so big that I felt the warmth. She was already looking like a mother. She pulled me into a hug because she knew how much I needed it.

“I’m sorry this is all happening in a whirl spin,” she whispered to me. “I know you and Connor have a more brotherish relationship, but if you need a sister to talk to, I’m here for you.”

“I’m good.”

She pulled back and placed her hands on my shoulders for a second, clearly not believing me but allowing me the space to tell my lie.

“I’ll get the suitcases,” Connor said.

“You didn’t even ask him if we’re allowed to stay here, Connor,” Aaliyah argued. She turned to me ruefully. “I told him we should get a hotel. I know you’re already overwhelmed and—”

“It’s fine. I told Stella there was a good chance you were going to visit. I asked if it was all right, and she agreed. I already have your room picked out.”

“See, Red! It’s perfect,” Connor said, using his wife’s nickname. She was his Little Red Riding Hood, he was her Captain America, and their love was almost nauseating. “Now that we got that out of the way, I’ll get the suitcases.”

“I’ll help,” Aaliyah said, taking one step toward the car.

“Don’t you dare!” Connor and I said in unison, looking at Aaliyah as if she were insane.

She laughed. “I’m pregnant, not handicapped, you guys. I can pick up a suitcase.”

“Not on our watch,” I said, nodding toward the house. “Wait over there.”

She did as I said. Connor and I grabbed their suitcases, and we met her at the front of the house.

“Dang, Damian. When you said this place was nice on our last call, you didn’t mention it was this nice,” Connor said, shaking his head in disbelief at the house. I couldn’t blame him for his shock because I felt the same way when I first saw it.

“It’s all right,” I said, acting as if it wasn’t impressive at all. I had to do that to keep myself distant from this whole fake reality. It was the only way I was going to stay sane. This whole arrangement was fiction, and I didn’t like to live in fairy tales.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around the whole situation at hand, the fact that I’d be getting married to a stranger tomorrow. I still didn’t even understand why I had to marry Stella at all. Nothing was adding up, and I was getting damn migraines trying to make it all make sense.

“So”—Aaliyah smiled, breaking me from my gloom and doom thoughts—“when can I meet the bride?”

The two women hit it off instantly. It wasn’t shocking. Aaliyah was the kind of person who made everyone feel at home. Even jerks like me. I wasn’t sure why Stella meeting Aaliyah made me uncomfortable. It was as if my real world was intermixing with some fantasy. I felt like I was in the middle of a fever dream.

Stella smiled as Aaliyah spoke to her, and the more words Aaliyah gave, the less tense Stella grew. I’d watched her agitated body relax as Aaliyah whispered her way. She’d been stressed since we’d moved in together, and I couldn’t blame her. I had a way of studying people, and even though I didn’t care about Stella on the whole, I’d picked up a few cues.

There was a lightness to her as she spoke to Aaliyah, and she gave relaxed and genuine smiles.

They kept talking, and I wished I could’ve been a damn fly on one of their shoulders. Then they embraced one another. Stella whispered thank you to Aaliyah, and Aaliyah squeezed her tighter. I’d been on the receiving side of Aaliyah’s hug. That encirclement could make any human feel protected.

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