Paul’s smile fades. “Wait, wh—”

“I hereby lawfully,” I crow. “Declare you man, and wife!”

There are some small claps from the Somersets and the smiling town clerk, and I grin widely as I lean close and grip Paul’s hand.

“Congratulations, Paul,” I hiss through my smile. “You’re fucked.”

That one little detail Paul overlooked? It was that he assumed all of me was a bullshit act. Except, it’s not. Except, I’m actually ordained, which means I just actually married him to Lizzie Purcell.

…Which means his fund and his whole scheme just went down in flames, per the contractual wording of it.

“What the fuck!” he roars, his face...