Red-Hot Honeymoon: The Honeymoon Arrangement / Marriage in Name Only? / The Honeymoon That Wasn't

Callie answered in the affirmative and Rowan ordered her to put her on speaker phone. Callie shrugged, did what she said and held up the mobile in her hand.

‘Seb!’ Rowan’s voice sounded frustrated. ‘What did I say to you?’

Seb grimaced. ‘I know, but—’

‘Leave your sister alone. If she doesn’t want to meet Laura, then it’s her decision—not yours.’

‘But—’

Rowan didn’t give him a chance to explain. ‘We spoke about this. We agreed that you would leave her alone! God!’

‘But—’

‘Respect her right to make her own decisions, Hollis.’

After that bombshell Rowan told Callie to take her off speaker phone, and Callie lifted her phone to her ear, watching as her brother threw his hands up in the air.

‘As per usual, you two have ganged up on me. I’m out of here,’ Seb stated, before turning and heading for the front door.

‘He’s left and he’s not happy,’ Callie told Rowan, not feeling quite so alone as before.

Callie could imagine Rowan’s shrug. ‘So? I might love him to distraction, but he’s still messing with my best friend and nobody—not even him—does that. I’m the only one with that privilege.’

Callie felt tears prick her eyes. ‘I love you, you know.’

‘I love you too, kiddo.’ Rowan sighed. ‘I just need to ask you one question.’

‘Okay.’

‘Do you know what you’re doing, Cal?’

Callie sank into the corner of the couch and tipped her head back. ‘I don’t have the foggiest idea. Can you come over? I need you.’

‘On my way.’

Maybe, Callie thought as she placed her mobile on the couch next to her, she wasn’t quite as alone as she’d thought.

Callie, her bags in a pile next to the door, pulled open the front door and sucked in her breath as she caught sight of her fake husband. Finn was dressed for travelling in a pair of lightweight grey linen shorts and a black and white checked shirt over a snow-white T-shirt that skimmed his broad chest. His arms were muscled and tanned, and the only jewellery he wore was a high-tech watch that could probably launch spaceships.

His eyes widened when he saw her. ‘You look fantastic, fake wife.’

Callie grinned at him. ‘Thank you.’

Callie knew that she looked good in the pink-orchid-coloured swing dress with its copper leather belt and drawstring neck. She’d kept her accessories and make-up minimal, and she wore flat, gold sequinned sandals. She knew she looked the part of a stylish woman about to embark on her honeymoon.

Did she have everything for her bogus honeymoon? Clothes—check. Passport—check. Accessories and toiletries—check. Jewellery, simple, classy, to go with all her outfits—check.

Except for one glaringly obvious exception … Hell, she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring!

Finn caught her expression and frowned. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Your fake wife needs a fake ring,’ she said, lifting her arm and wiggling the fingers of her left hand.

Finn twisted his lips as he stepped into her hallway and wound his way around her bags. ‘I didn’t even think of that.’ He looked at his watch and sighed his annoyance. ‘Liz still has the engagement ring I bought her.’

Callie’s mouth dropped open. ‘I am not wearing your ex’s ring!’

A shallow dimple appeared in Finn’s cheek. ‘You’re pretty picky for a wife who isn’t actually my wife!’

Callie lifted her nose. ‘I still have standards—fake or not.’

Finn sighed. ‘I suppose we could pick up something at the airport.’

Callie lifted her eyebrows. The only jewellery stores at the airport were high-end and very expensive, and she couldn’t justify him splurging for a ring that she’d only wear for three weeks. She quickly did a mental stroll through her jewellery collection in the hope that she had something remotely engagement-ring-like. Then she remembered the large velvet jewellery box Seb had left with her just after he’d got engaged to Rowan.

‘It’s mostly Grandma’s jewellery, with a couple of pieces our mother left behind,’ he’d said. ‘You should have them.’

Callie hadn’t wanted to keep the box and she’d never bothered to look inside. It was still at the back of her lingerie drawer, where she’d shoved it a year or so ago.

She still didn’t want to open it, but this was an emergency.

‘How much time have we got before we have to leave?’ she asked Finn as she turned towards the stairs.

‘A half hour or so,’ Finn replied. ‘Why? Do you have some diamond rings stashed upstairs?’

‘Maybe,’ Callie replied, hearing Finn’s footsteps behind her. She turned, faced him, and for once they were eye to eye. ‘It might be better if you stay down here.’

‘Why?’

‘My room. It’s a bit messy.’ Catastrophic was a better word, Callie thought.

‘I’ve seen messy before,’ Finn told her.

‘Not like this, you haven’t,’ Callie assured him. Seeing the stubborn look on his face, she sighed and shrugged. ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

Dear God! Finn looked around the master bedroom, his mouth open wide enough to catch flies. Who had so many clothes and why were they scattered everywhere?

When he managed to find his voice, he croaked the words out. ‘Newsflash, Callie: clothes can be put back into cupboards as well as taken out.’

Callie stepped over a pile of shoes as she headed to her dresser. ‘No point,’ she said over her shoulder. ‘While I was trying to decide what to pack I realised that I have far too many clothes—’

‘Seriously? I would never have guessed that!’ Finn said from the doorway, thinking that if he went in he might not find his way out. Ever.

Callie ignored his interruption. ‘And I decided that I need to clean out my wardrobe. That pile is for Rowan, that pile is for the secondhand shop, and that pile is to be donated.’ She waved her hands around the room.

Finn leaned a shoulder into the doorframe and crossed his arms. ‘Damn …’ he muttered again.

Callie yanked open a drawer in her dresser and Finn’s mouth went dry as she tossed a pile of rainbow-coloured thongs and bras onto a chair. They were skimpy and frothy and ultra-feminine.