Page 62 of A Chance for Us
I shove that aside because, no matter what role I play in this, I want to touch her. I’ll take the selfish part that enjoys this and let it happen.
Maren lets out a long sigh and then smiles at me. “Thank you, Oliver.”
“For?”
“Being so damn amazing. I couldn’t have done any of this without you, and you are seriously the best.”
The best is so often not good enough. “Well, I’m good at a lot of things.”
“Like what?” she asks, the mood shifting.
“Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew.”
A blush covers her face, and she looks away. “Men, you’re all the same.”
“We like to keep you women thinking that.”
“Is that so?”
“Absolutely,” I reply, getting to my feet. “Now, let’s get out of this shit, get comfortable, and open the rest of our cards.”
Maren takes my extended hand. “Sounds like a plan, Mr. Parkerson.”
“Good thing you’re so agreeable, Mrs. Fake-Parkerson.”
She laughs and then heads over to her bags as I go to mine.
I grab my gym shorts and T-shirt, and when I turn around, Maren is tossing things out of her bag and muttering.
“You okay?” I ask.
She sighs heavily and continues her search. “No.”
“Why is that?”
Tossing down the item in her hand, she straightens and glares at the mess. “Because someone repacked me.”
“My sister and your maid of honor . . .”
“Yes, well, they didn’t repack me the same stuff I packed.”
“And that’s a problem because?”
Maren grabs one of the items she tossed down. “Becausethisis what they repacked!” She holds up the very thin scrap of white silk.
My brows shoot up, and I grin. “Well, that was nice of them.”
“Was it? Do you remember just about a minute ago when you were talking about all the things you don’t want?” Maren’s eyes narrow just a little. “When you reminded me that we shouldn’t be doing any of the things that I really wanted to do?”
“Sure . . .”
“Well, good luck to the both of us then.”
She lifts another item, and Jesus Christ, it’s another see-through nightgown—if you can even call it that.
“You can’t wear that.”
“Oh? And what would you like me to wear then?”
