The Broke Billionaire's Cowgirl Bride by Anne Martin

Author:Anne Martin [Martin, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

She watched me when she thought I wasn’t looking, and she blushed when I didn’t say anything. I wanted her. I wanted her for good, but she was set on putting us behind her. If that’s what she truly wanted, I’d have to respect that, but I wasn’t giving up her friendship again. Wherever she ended up in life, I wanted to know and cheer her on.

The wedding on Friday was coming too soon. She’d leave the next morning. She had a hotel reservation for the night of our wedding, just for her. It wasn’t in a fancy hotel, but close to the airport, where she’d catch her flight the next morning.

On Wednesday night, I was waiting by the door when she got back from her final fitting. I wasn’t supposed to see her in the dress. She came in, kicked off her heels and then stopped short when she saw me.

“Jackson. Are you okay?”

“I have a wedding present for you.”

Her blue eyes got big and bambi-like. “That’s not necessary. We’re not really getting married. Are you really okay with that? We can cancel. Buy all those cars back and just…”

I walked over and put the papers in her hands. “It’s been the most amazing therapy. Cowboy beans and whittling have never been so effective. If we were really getting married, I’d give it to you after the wedding. Not really. Open it up.”

She hesitated then sighed and bit her bottom lip, opening the manila envelope and sliding out the papers I’d had a contact of mine work very hard to procure.

“It’s a birth certificate. Jessie Jasmine Strait, citizen of Monaco?” She stared at me, puzzled. “You forged a birth certificate for me? How did you find out about my middle name?”

“Hotel records. No, this is actually legal, and you have dual citizenship in Monaco and the U.S. You’re a legal citizen.”

She stared at me, confused. “How could you possibly track down hotel records from thirty years ago? That’s just…” She bent down to study the certificate then glanced through the other documents. She stared at the college diploma with her name on it. “I already had this.”

“But it was linked to a different Jessie Strait. Poor girl didn’t have a very happy life, did she? This is you, your social security number, the whole thing.”

She glanced through it, saw the cards, the I.D. the whole package including a passport. “Are you kidding me? This looks really authentic.”

“Because it is.”

She shook her head and started mumbling about how impossible it was and how this wasn’t necessary since she had perfectly good fake papers to use to get the marriage license.

She looked up suddenly. “Jasmine.” She took a step closer to me and jabbed my chest with her finger, reminding me of her grandma a little bit. It made me smile. “You actually had someone go through the hotel records in Monte Carlo. You actually made me legal? That was more effort than my dad ever wanted to bother with.”

I shrugged. “I have a lot of connections, you know, sororities and green blood brothers.

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