Page 51 of Spike

Spike laughed.“You look adorable.”

“Hold this,please.” I handed him the mirror, adjusting his hand so I could fix my face andhair with both hands.

“Baby, you lookgreat.”

“Hush,” Iadmonished. “I could be wearing a burlap sack and you’d tell me I lookedgreat.”

“Well, you’rebeautiful.”

I met his eyesbriefly and scoffed. “I appreciate your adoration, but it’s misguided at thepresent moment, because we’re about tomeet your family.”

“Trixie, they’regonna love you.”

“I want to make agood impression and walking in looking like a demented squirrel is not a goodstart.”

“I thought it wasa chipmunk in need of an epi-pen.”

“Semantics, Jesse,semantics.”

He grinned. “Lovehearing my name outta your mouth, baby.”

I took the mirrorfrom him and dropped it into my purse with a smile. “I’ll do it more oftenthen,” I promised, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him.

I tried to pullaway, but he was faster, tugging me forward, and kissing me again, this timemuch deeper, and rather frustrating.

“You’re going tomake me forget my manners,” I breathed out.

“One can hope.”

I wrinkled my noseand patted his chest. “You’re lethal, you know that, right?”

“Only to you,baby.”

I rolled my eyes.“Keep telling me that.”

He chuckled. “I’ma one-woman man, Trix. You never have to worry about that.”

“I’m not worried.At least, not today. That might change when PMS hits, but you won’t have toguess when that happens.”

“No?”

I shook my head.“I’m a little emotional around that time of the month, so it won’t be hard toguess.”

He smiled. “I’llbe ready with wine and chocolate.”

“Oh my word,stop.”

“No.” He kissed meagain. “I’m wearing you down.”

“Spike!” someonecalled and he sighed.

“Comin’!” hecalled back, giving me a squeeze. “You ready?”

“Not in theslightest.”

“They’re gonnalove you.”

“I hope so,” Iwhispered, and he took my hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss the palm.

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