“Is your dad going to be mad?” I whispered, feeling tears threaten. On top of everything else, knowing his parents were going to disapprove of our marriage was too much for me to handle.
“Not mad, baby. Just disappointed that he wasn’t in on the secret,” Landon reassured me. “He’ll be happy as hell to know I finally managed to get you to go out on a date with me, even if it was an elopement to Vegas.”
I giggled at the ridiculousness of his comment as he opened the door to his office, but my laughter died out when the young man waiting for us stood and turned around. He was a little shorter than Landon, with light brown hair and a serious look in his pale green eyes as he studied us.
“Mr. and Mrs. Heath, I presume?”
“Call me Landon, please.” Landon reached out to him, and then tugged me forward once they were done shaking hands. “And this is my wife, Zoe.”
“I’m Spencer Teagan. Sorry to barge in on you both like this, but we do like to utilize the element of surprise when investigating marriages such as yours.”
“Feel free to surprise us as much as you’d like,” Landon replied smoothly, rounding the desk to sit down and pulling me onto his lap before dropping the brown paper bag he’d been clutching onto his desk. “We have nothing to hide.”
“I was already in the area, so I thought I’d stop in to get a copy of your marriage certificate,” he requested. Then his gaze swung around Landon’s office, as he assessed his surroundings, before dropping to the ring on my finger and lingering there. “And your prenuptial agreement.”
“Pre-nup?” I echoed.
“The marriage certificate won’t be a problem.” Landon set me on my feet so he could stand up and yank his wallet out of his back pocket to pull out a copy of the certificate. “But we don’t have a prenuptial agreement, so I can’t provide you with one.”
“No pre-nup?” Spencer asked, sounding surprised. “That’s certainly unusual considering the difference in your circumstances.”
“Not in my family,” Landon growled, slamming his fists down on his desk. “We don’t believe in divorce.”
Spencer’s gaze lowered, settling on the brown paper bag which had rolled over and opened. Several boxes had spilled out of it, in shades of pink, purple and blue. Pregnancy tests, every single one of them.
Chapter 8
Landon
All eyes seemed to be glued to the items now scattered on the desk. I couldn’t help the grin that slowly slid over my face when Spencer finally lifted his gaze to mine. “Honeymoon,” I smirked with a shrug.
His lips twitched, but then he pressed them together and schooled his features. “I see. Well, let’s get started. We received a tip—”
“What’s this I hear about an elop—” My dad stopped short after interrupting Spencer, as his large frame filled my office doorway. His hazel eyes, so much like mine, went to the pile of pregnancy tests. He stroked his graying beard and whistled slowly. “Damn, son. You work fast.” He looked at Zoe with a soft expression and a smile. “It’s wonderful to see you again, Zoe honey. Welcome to the family.” Then he looked at me and frowned. “Your mother is going to be pissed. First you run off and get married without telling anyone, and now she’s going to find out you knocked up your fiancée before the wedding?” He shook his head sympathetically. We both knew I was going to catch hell with my mom.
“You’re pregnant?” Stephanie squealed, clapping her hands excitedly as she came bouncing into the room. She’d clearly been eavesdropping just outside the door.
“No!” Zoe squeaked, jumping up from my lap. “He didn’t—um, we didn’t—that is, until the wedding—I was a”—she glanced at my dad, then Spencer, and the blush that was already starting quickly turned her face flaming red—“It’s too early to take a test.” Stephanie burst into laughter, and Zoe looked like she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. I stifled my laughter, not wanting to add to her embarrassment, but damn, she was just too fucking cute. Grabbing her hand, I tugged her back down into my lap and buried my face in her hair to hide my smile.
Spencer cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and I imagined he was getting a taste of what it felt like for the people who were often under his scrutiny. “I just need to ask a few more questions and then I’ll be on my way.”
Stephanie and my dad started to leave, but Spencer called out to them. “I’d like to ask a few questions of you as well, if you don’t mind.”