Page 43 of My December Darling

“And how have the last sixty-three weeks been going since you found out you’d be the maid of honor?”

She makes a sour face.

“I thought as much,” I say.

“No need to gloat.”

“But it’s so cute to see you get all flustered when I do.”

She bares her teeth at me.

“Don’t tell me you’re too proud to accept any help.”

“I’m not proud. I’m…nervous.” She bites down on her bottom lip.

“About?”

“I don’t want you to judge me.”

I shake my head. “I won’t.”

“You say thatnow.”

“And I’ll say it every day until I’ve convinced you to let me help.”

“ButI’mthe one who is supposed to be writing the speech. Not you.”

“Maybe you just need someone to bounce ideas off?” I ask.

She stares at me. “And you’re that person?”

“Seeing as I wrote a speech worthy of your mother’s raving, I think so.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

“Who says I want something?”

“Everyonewants something. You’re no exception, Captain America.”

My upper lip curls. “I’m growing to resent that nickname.”

She tries to hide her smile, but I catch it in the window’s reflection.

“So, what do you want?” she asks after a few moments.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for an honest answer.” My response seems to pique her interest.

“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that?”

My heart picks up speed. “Truth is, I just want to spend more time with you.”

“Why?” Her lips curl into a small frown.

“What do you meanwhy?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Then allow me to make myself clear one last time,” I say as I pull the car to a halt in front of a red light. “I’m interested in you, which means I want to spend time getting to know you.”

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