“Hey, Rene, are you done with all the kissing stuff, because Remy caught a lucky turn and wiped me out. Hey, Sylvie.” Armie strode into the room. “I’m off for the night. What time’s the wedding?”

She felt herself flush. She’d been caught kissing Rene. Of course, since he would be her husband by tomorrow, she should probably get used to it. “The best time would be before noon. The judge takes a lot of fishing trips in the afternoon.”

“Excellent. The poker group wants to support you, and we always knew the two of you would get together,” Armie said as he headed for the front door. “See. Women aren’t the only ones who can get the word out. You need some help moving in, Sylvie?”

She was going to have to move in here. No one would believe she was Rene’s wife if she wasn’t living at Darois House. “Yeah. I’ll probably need some movers, though I’ll leave the furniture.”

“We’ll be there to help get you out asap,” Armie promised. “And I’m real happy to hear you’re giving him a second chance. ’Night, all.”

“I have to pack.” She hadn’t thought about this part at all. She’d spent all her time making the decision and then strategizing about how to deal with the family. She hadn’t thought about logistics.

Rene pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll have a team at your place in the morning. All you have to do is direct them. And I’ll put together a small reception for us. Obviously there’s no honeymoon, but we can explain that. What’s your ring size?”

She stared at him.

He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “This is what I do well. You figure out the big plan and I’ll handle all the details. I’m good with them. What kind of ring do you prefer? We’ve got several family pieces, but if you want something new, I can have it here by morning.”

She wasn’t great with details. It was why she had a very organized assistant. “I wear a seven. Whatever is fine. You pick.”

That brightened him up. “Excellent. I think we’ll go with the vivid yellow cushion cut. It’s only two carats, but it’s spectacular.”

Only two carats? She would definitely be giving that back if they got a divorce.

If. Not when. If.

Yes, she was in so much trouble.

*   *   *

Rene watched as Sylvie drove away in her perfectly respectable but sedate sedan. How fast could he get her a pretty Mercedes? She would look good driving around in a flashy car.