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But now?

Part of me wanted to make this marriage work more every day I was home. It had been easy to push Damian out of my head when I was overseas, but spending all this time with him made that impossible. I didn’t want to do it anymore.

“Kiss me.” My demand flew from my mouth before I thought about it.

Damian was out of his seat, rounding the small table in a heartbeat, a smile tipping his lips. I turned toward him, and he gently grabbed my cheeks, tilting my head up.

“Last chance,” he murmured, leaning down until his eyes were level with mine. “Because doing this means you’re mine, Talie. No more running away from me.”

“Run away?” I couldn’t help but tease. “You mean I still have a chance to leave now?”

“No. I was trying to be a gentleman.”

His lips crashed onto mine, and I opened my mouth, letting him take control of the kiss. His tongue danced with mine; a soft moan escaping me. His subtle, fresh cologne surroundedme, and I deepened the kiss, tasting the red wine he drank on his lips. Our previous kisses were nothing like this, even on our wedding day. Every single one we shared in the past was for the public—this one was just for us.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but your food is here.”

Damian slowly pulled away, and I peeked around him to see the waitress holding a tray with plates of food on it.

“Thank you,” I said as she set it on the table.

“Can we please get boxes? We need to take it to go.” Damian pulled out his wallet, handing her his card. “And two bottles of this wine.”

“We have to go?” I asked, staring at him. “Where?”

“Home.” His eyes raked over my body. “I’m not done kissing you.”

I giggled. “Our food will get cold if you eat dessert first.”

“Then I’ll order more.”

The waitress came back with two boxes, and Damian reached for my plate. My phone vibrated, reminding me of the text I got earlier.

“You gave Georgia my phone number. Why?”

He looked up from the food. “She asked.”

“Isn’t she in business with my dad?”

“No.” His lips quirked up. “I don’t think she is a huge fan of our parents. But she liked you.”

“I liked meeting her too.”

He studied me for a second. “She was asking if you were looking for a job.”

“A job?” I repeated in surprise.

He nodded, continuing to put our food in the containers. “She got the feeling you didn’t have the option of working in the family business.”

“She assumed correctly,” I grumbled. “What does she do?”

“Marketing and promotion for businesses, mostly. She’s one of the best in the city.”

I leaned back, thinking about it. “I would rather work at your club. But I still want to see her again. Dinner would be fun.”

“Good. I want you at my club too.” He grinned as he stood, carrying the bag of our food. “Let’s go home, wife. I’m starving and want my dessert.”

CHAPTER 39

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