Claire's POV
I entered the notary's office to find Connor already there, standing with an insufferable smugness like he was about to receive some prestigious award. He was engaged in conversation with the notary, slipping him a thick envelope that undoubtedly contained payment for the sketchy ceremony he was about to perform.
"Connor! Where is she?" I demanded, marching toward them.
"Take it easy, Plump! My bride is on her way," Connor replied with irritating nonchalance.
"You should have arranged this at your property or the farm, somewhere those cops couldn't interfere." I couldn't understand his reasoning for choosing such a public location.
"Listen, Plump, I would've preferred that too, but our friend here couldn't travel today, and I'm in a rush to seal this deal. Dean't worry, nobody's going to interrupt us." Connor dismissed my concerns without a trace of worry.
