A Groom of One’s Own by Emma St. Clair EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Eli
I lean forward, elbows on my thighs, one step away from the classic
head-between-the-knees position to prevent fainting. Clearing my throat, I
ask, “To sum up, my options are…?”
The immigration lawyer, with his wispy comb-over and a stain on the
center of his baby-blue tie, gives me a tight smile. A pitying one. Which is
all I need to know.
I drop my head into my hands with a soft groan.
“I’m afraid you’re out of options,” he says. “You’ll need to return to
Canada at the end of the month or risk deportation and a much bigger issue.
That is, unless you were planning to get married in the next thirty days.” He
laughs.
I don’t.
Malik, the Appies’ manager sitting to my right, doesn’t.
And Grant, the no-nonsense team lawyer in his crisp black suit and
stain-free tie, absolutely doesn’t.
Deported.
Married.
DEPORTED.
MARRIED.
Breathe, Hop, I tell myself.
Easier said than done. I wonder how likely it is that this guy keeps a
stock of paper bags in his desk for situations just such as this.
Grant glares at the immigration lawyer, whose very unfortunate and
very unlawyerly name is Mr. Pebbles. “You, of all people, know getting
married solely for immigration purposes is considered fraud.”
Mr. Pebbles holds up both hands like he didn’t just suggest—or joke
about?—this exact thing. “Don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, which
doesn’t even make sense in this context.
Is this really the best immigration lawyer Grant could find to consult?
Maybe in the small town of Harvest Hollow, yes. But neither Asheville nor
Knoxville is too far. I don’t know why Grant didn’t consider someone from
either of those places. Unless …
Unless there really are no other options.
My insides have coiled into a knot so complicated, it would take a
surgeon to untangle everything.
And to think I got out of bed thinking it would be a perfectly lovely day.
No practice. No meetings. I slept late, relishing the warm cocoon of my
sheets. Rolling out of bed at nine o’clock felt positively indulgent.
Mom sat crisscross applesauce in her favorite chair in the living room,
perky and pain-free. I joined her. While she drank coffee and read a book, I
sipped a smoothie and checked stocks. Markets opened strong. Things
looked good. All in all, a lovely, lazy morning.
During the hockey season, very few days stretch out with zero plans. If
not practice and training, it’s filming social media content—both for the
team and my account—giving interviews, attending charity events, and so
on.
My only plans for the day were to take Mom to the acupuncturist. Then,
I hoped to stop by the animal shelter before it closes. Dogs make me happy.
Visiting the sad dogs who need homes makes me really happy. Technically,
I don’t think I’m supposed to keep coming in if I know I can’t adopt one.
But the shy woman who works there, Bailey, doesn’t seem to mind. She
also doesn’t seem to know who I am, which is refreshing. She’s become
something of a personal project. More like a challenge.
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