Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(63)

When Ginger returned, Cam announced, “We’re getting married as soon as possible.”


“Congratulations!” Ginger beamed at both of them. “However, the courthouse is closed today.”


“Tomorrow then,” Cam insisted.


Domini’s face went pasty white.


“After I receive confirmation of the marriage, I’ll file a rebuttal with the Department of Social Services, requesting Anton DeMarco immediately be placed in the foster care of Cameron and Domini McKay.” Ginger grinned again. “I do so love a happy ending.”


Cam wondered if Ginger’s happiness stemmed from figuring out a way to buck the legal system. Lawyers got off on shit like that all the time.


“Stick around Wyoming the next couple of weeks until we’re through the preliminary foster care assignment process. Then you can jet off for a romantic honeymoon.”


“Understood. Thanks.”


Cam helped Domini to her feet. She seemed to be having a hard time functioning.


Not Cam. Cam felt like doing a jig.


Domini wobbled to Cam’s truck on jelly-like legs.


Domini and I will get married. Today.


She’d almost passed out hearing Cam’s matter-of-fact tone. Like it was no big deal. Like it was already a done deal.


By this time tomorrow Cam McKay would be her husband.


Unreal.


She sagged against the front bumper of his truck, twisting the necklace chain around her finger. As soon as they’d walked out the door, Cam’s cell phone rang with police business and he instructed her to wait for him. So, they’d had no chance to discuss this bizarre development.


What was she supposed to say to him anyway? Ask him why he was suddenly willing to take on the responsibility of a wife and a child? A child he didn’t know?


It made zero sense. Why was he volunteering to turn his life upside down? Cam loved his privacy. He loved living by himself to the point his own family was rarely welcomed into his sanctuary. Why would Cam offer to open his home and his life not only her, but to a rambunctious boy with emotional scars?


Sex. Pure and simple.


It might’ve been different if Cam had confessed his undying love for her. But he hadn’t. He’d merely resigned himself to doing the right thing.


When Domini asked him if the marriage was temporary, he’d hedged. So maybe Cam wasn’t treating this as a lifetime vow. Maybe the spectacular sex was enough incentive to keep up the appearance of a real marriage for a while. But once she started the adoption process, his “do the right thing” mission would be successful and he’d be free to move on.


If that was the case, then there was no reason to tell Cam anything about her medical issues because it wouldn’t matter. She’d be his wife for as long as it took her to adopt Anton.


Now that made perfect sense. She’d consider this a business arrangement. She’d keep her finances separate. Keep her job. Keep everything simple.


Domini just had to keep herself from falling in love with him.


A Cam-sized shadow fell over her. “Sorry about that. I traded with Sayzers to get the next two days off.” He touched her face and offered a dazzling smile. “The ceremony is one o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”


Ask him why he’s doing this. Force him to give you a real reason.


But Domini couldn’t get her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth.


“Talk to me, princess. The look on your face is scaring the holy hell outta me.”


“I-I can’t…” White specks wavered in front of her eyes. She couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs. Blood whooshed in her ears. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.


Oh God. Please, not now.


“Domini? Baby, what’s wrong?”


“I can’t breathe.” She flapped her hand in front of her face as if that would help.


“Shit.” Cam hauled her to her feet. He put his palms over her ears and tipped her head to look directly into her eyes. “Breathe with me. Nice and slow, okay?”


Below her line of vision, she could see his chest expand as he inhaled. She followed his lead. In. Out. In. Out.


“Good. Three more. Come on, you’re doin’ great.”


Finally, she felt calmer, but she was still embarrassed. She focused on the placket of his uniform shirt and tried to blink the tears back. “Sorry.”


“Don’t apologize.” Cam kept stroking the side of her face. “Should I be worried you had a panic attack at the thought of marrying me?”


Domini’s gaze flew to his. “No! It’s not you! It’s me. This happens when I’m stressed and I can’t remember ever being more stressed in my life. I want Anton, but what do I know about raising him? Babysitting isn’t the same as living with him every day for the next eleven years. What if I’m not the best choice? And then you offer to marry me, which you’ve got to admit—”


“Hey now. Relax.” His hands tightened on her scalp. “No reason to get worked up again. Breathe.”


She concentrated on breathing slowly.