Page 29 of Tangled in Vows

“Are you sure about this? You can tell me if you don’t want to go.”

Instead of drawing back like I expect her to, she takes a step closer, leaving only inches between us. “If you don’t want me there, just say so.”

I frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She sighs, her warm breath fanning over my cheek. “Listen, if you were planning on meeting with someone at the club, just tell me. But stop trying to keep me from going by pretending you’re interested in my opinion, my well-being, or whatever game you’re playing.”

For a second, I don’t know what to say. So I just stare at her. At the pinched expression on her face. The slight color of her cheeks. The way she keeps breaking eye contact.

What is going on with her?

Something clicks inside me, but I immediately push that thought aside. Because there’s no way she could be jealous. Right?

Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.

“Hurricane, are you trying to figure out if I was going to the club to find someone to hook up with?”

Her pupils dilate only a fraction, but enough for me to see.

She scoffs and glares at me. “Obviously not, since that wouldn’t be any of my business. As long as you’re discreet, I don’t care what you do.”

My kitten has her claws out.

Maybe it’s time to see how sharp they really are.

I raise a brow. “So that’s the only rule? To be discreet?”

“Sure.”

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.

I put a hand against the trailer, caging her in on one side. “Are you planning on being discreet with other men?”

Her eyes narrow to slits like she’s ready to murder me. “That wouldn’t be any of your business then either, would it?”

“You bet your sweet ass it would be. You’re mywife.”

Her chest heaves, the ample swell of her breasts rising and falling rhythmically.

She’s a vision and too damn tempting.

I want to press her against the trailer, hike up that dress, and fuck her so hard the whole world knows who she belongs to irrevocably.

No, no, no. If you go down that path, you’re truly fucked.

And not in the way you want to be fucked.

I groan and angle my hips so no one can see the growing bulge in my pants.

“Holden, our marriage is only on paper.”

I get even more in her face. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s only on paper. Everything changed the instant we found out we’re still married.”

A humorless laugh bubbles out of her tempting lips. “So what? Are you telling me you’re not going to sleep with anyone for the next six months?”

“Exactly,” I say without a second thought.

Her eyes widen. “You can’t be serious.”

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