Free Wilde at Heart by Tonya Burrows

and cutting hazel eyes, he was sex walking around in a perfectly tailored suit. She’d always thought so, since she first saw him at The Bean Gallery, back before she knew he was Cam’s brother.
    And now they were married.
    Weird.
    She twisted her ring around on her finger and couldn’t take his silence a second longer. “So. Interesting night.”
    He made a noncommittal sound and sat back, loosening his tie with a quick tug that did absolutely nada to douse the firestorm of lust building inside her.
    What would he do if she crawled over there and straddled his lap? He was her husband now, after all. Wasn’t that expected behavior on a honeymoon?
    She entertained the fantasy of hot limo sex for a few minutes, but never made a move toward him. She knew better. They may be legally married, but it wasn’t real. Yes, they had a mad case of lust-at-first-sight, but there was no love here. The optimist in her liked to think there might have been something more between them if circumstances were different, but this farce had ended any possibility of that. And she wasn’t quite sure where that left them.
    Reece set the bottle aside and finally met her gaze. “We need to figure out the rules for this…marriage.”
    She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course he’d want rules. He liked black and white. No shades of gray. And definitely no spontaneous bursts of color. What a boring life he must lead. “Oh, I don’t know. I thought we’d wing it.”
    He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t wing anything.”
    “You did a good job of it today.” She held up her ring finger, wiggled it for emphasis. “Unless you planned to put a ring on it when you got up this morning?”
    Groaning, he pinched the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. “Fuck me. What have I done?”
    She would not let those words hurt. Nope. Not at all. Rubber and glue and all that bouncing. “Hey, if you’re having second thoughts, we can go get it annulled right now. Claim temporary insanity. I bet it will go down as the shortest marriage in history. Even by Vegas standards.”
    “No.” He dropped his hands to his lap. “We’ll see this through. We have sixty days to get an annulment. That’s time enough to solve both of our problems.”
    “What if you don’t catch your blackmailer by then?”
    His jaw hardened. “I will.” He left no room for argument in his tone. It was as if a conversational wall had dropped around the subject with a big sign that read, “Off fucking limits.”
    O-kay then. Reece was so buttoned-up and reserved she sometimes forgot he was a Wilde. None of those brothers were soft, weak men. Even the family geek had the blood of a warrior pumping through his veins, and the glimpse of that side of him discomforted her. She’d never before lumped Reece in the same mental category with his cavemen brothers, but she’d be sure not to make that mistake in the future. He was just as dangerous as the rest of them, and it’d serve her well to remember that.
    For the first time since this insanity started, she began having second thoughts. It seemed like such a good idea a few hours ago, a way to solve a whole host of problems, some of which she hadn’t told Reece about. But her worst fails always seemed like good ideas at first. Like The Bean Gallery, for example. And…other things.
    A sudden case of nerves ate at her. She fidgeted—couldn’t seem to stop—and smoothed out the fabric of her skirt. “Um. What kind of rules?”
    Leaning forward, he linked his hands between his knees. “If we are going to do this, we have to go all out and play it like a real marriage, like we’re madly in love, or it won’t be convincing.”
    “Even with family?”
    He winced, showing a chink in the armor he seemed to have drawn around himself since leaving the chapel. “I’m not looking forward to that.”
    “They’ll know we didn’t magically fall in love in the past six hours and decide to elope.”
    “Agreed. But we