Page 64 of Hunted, Season Three

“Yes, Sir,” I practically pant.

“Good,” he hums in response, our mouths brushing together.“Now, let’s gogetlunch before I turn you twointo itinstead.”

Chapter 14

Bunny

“Oooooo!!!!”Posie squeals from where she’s sitting beside me at her shop counter prior to angling the magazine in my direction.“What about this dress?!”

I immediately glance over to examine what’s got her giddily squeaking versus gagging.

Which are the only two sounds she seems capable of making while thumbing through wedding magazines.

Magazines thatshepicked up.

Stacked in front of us.

Demanded we beginimmediatelybrowsing despite my meek objection.

The truth is I don’t know that wearehaving a wedding.

Or thattheywant a wedding.

Or thatIdo.

Honestly, a wedding – areal wedding– isn’t something that’s ever crossed my mind as being an actual possibility.

A lot likewillinglygetting engaged.

And having ahealthyrelationship rather than being held hostage.

And having ababy.

A baby that Val and I are both spitefully hoping is a girl simply to watch my fiancés freak out about it.

“Itscreamsssssssfairytale,” Posie dreamily gushes over the fluffy nightmare.

“It screamscan’t pee,” I playfully poke.“And as a pregnant woman – that will most likely still be pregnant when or if we do this whole pony show – I’mdefinitelygonna need to pee.”

“But it’s sopretttyyyy,” pouts the female beside me, face flopping into the open palm connected to the arm resting on the countertop.

“Then you wear it.”

“I’m not the one engaged.”

“Yet.” Returning my attention to my laptop where I’m rescheduling my doctor’s visit courtesy of the crummy weather casually occurs.“Pretty sure Paolo wouldn’t have brought you home to meet his parents for the holidaysoradded you to their vacation planning with Pleasure Tales – who I wouldkillto do the books for – if it wasn’t already in the plans.”

She girlishly screeches once more.“You think so?!”

I click the calendar button to find a new opening for January.“I would bet a pink slip on it.”

Light snickers are woven into her asking, “You let Kipp pick the movie again, huh?”

“It was either that or listening to him lecture me on proper vehicle preparations for winter storms.”Post clicking, I meet her mirth filled gaze.“I think I chose wisely.”

“Def.”

“And I hope to do the same when picking a dress…ifI pick a dress.”

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