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I felt it in that kiss.

In the way she gushed on my fingers earlier.

And the sweatshirt just proves that she’s always been mine.

The wedding is just a formality.

As I slide behind the steering wheel, my thoughts are spinning a mile a minute.

I already have the ring picked out.

Wonder if I can get Connor ordained by tomorrow?

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HARPER

Iblink rapidly, staring at the once familiar world in a daze.

Everything looks the same—same trees, same lake, same twisty road around it.

But everything has changed.

For one thing, my hands are tied together, courtesy of my ex-turned-famous hockey star.

After he kidnapped me from my childhood home, he told me he was going to marry me.

He spit out some lame bullshit about me not being able to testify against him for committing a crime if I’m his wife, but I know the man beside me better than that.

Or, I thought I did… up until the moment he kidnapped me.

I look over at his smug expression.

He’s staring at the road, his eyes glazed over.

I can practically see visions of wedding bells dancing in his head.

And that proves my point.

He truly wants to marry me.

“We’ve never talked specifically about the type of diamond you like. I don’t think your tastes have changed much from college, though.”

“Ford. Seriously?” I blink at him, my mind trying—and failing—to process this.

He doesn’t even hear me.

Or, more accurately, hechoosesnot to.

“We could have an actual ceremony later. Maybe in the spring. Although that’s your least favorite season.”

I blink, wondering if I’ve fallen asleep and this is all a nightmare.

He taps the steering wheel like he’s deep in thought. “Autumn. That’s your favorite. The leaves changing would look gorgeous with your white dress. Maybe something with lace. Definitely a long train. And Connor can officiate, obviously.”

I open my mouth. “Ford?—”

He cuts me off before I can get another word out.

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