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"It's just..."

Was Jillian ashamed of him for some reason? Because of Jack? Or was this to avoid hurting Jack with the truth of their marriage? Was this some misguided attempt to protect another man's feelings at the expense of their relationship?

"I mean, you already know why..."

"I don't."

"You just want me to put it in words to torture me."

So admitting to wanting him more than she wanted Jack was torture?

Damn right he wanted to torture her then if so.

"Tell me," he commanded, his voice dropping to that silky tone that brooked no argument. "Why do you want to keep our marriage a secret?"

Jillian squirmed under his intense stare, shifting her weight from foot to foot like a child being interrogated about stolen cookies. "You already know..."

"Say it," he gritted out.

"It's because your fans could..."

"What?"

"The distractions..."

"Jillian..."

"I just really want you to take my virginity as soon as possible, too!"

Chapter Ten

Jilly:Seriously, Jack. What's up with you? You've been AWOL for days.

JILLY WANTED TO PINCHherself.

Did the last eight hours really happen?

The private jet ride from San Antonio to Jackson Hole, where Guy knew a judge who was capable of officiating their marriage in a snap, and then the most surreal and magical experience of her entire life as his sleek black car had pulled up to this archway that readWelcome to Foxtownin elegant Old English script.

Beyond it laid what could only be described as the Regency lover’s ultimate fantasy come to life, with real flowers blooming everywhere in magnificent riots of color because it was summer in Wyoming and roses and peonies and delphiniums created a backdrop so breathtakingly beautiful it looked like something from a movie set.

There were also ladies in empire-waist gowns and gentlemen in breeches, all of them striding down lantern-lit roads while horse-drawn carriages rolled past. It was the Regency dream come to life, the park designed with such meticulously immersive detail that crossing its ornate gates felt like traveling back in time.

"Welcome to Foxtown, Your Grace, milady,”the palace guards had said as they bowed to Guy, and that was when she’d learned that her new husband was the Duke of Rockforge.

Like, seriously.

Of course Guy would be a duke.

The ceremony that should’ve felt rushed instead felt incredibly intimate, with rugged mountains as their solemn witnesses and a symphony of meadowlarks serenading them with nature’s own wedding song.

And when her handsome groom had drawn her close for their first kiss as husband and wife...

Oh, my love.

The memory had Jilly's toes curling hard under the warm water, bubbles swirling around her naked body. She had thought a little soak in the Jacuzzi would calm her nerves, but—

Too late.

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