Page 115 of Dangerous Encore
"Thencallit."
I should. Really, I should. But there's something about his playful smile. I actually believe he'lldoit.
"How would you do it? If it could be anything?"Iask.
He stares back into my eyes as he drags his fingertips along my jaw. "Anything?"
"Anything."
"Even younaked?"
"Eventhat."
His voice gets contemplative. "You and me and a dozen close friends on thebeach."
"Yourdad?"
"No."
"He showed up at Ethan'swedding."
"Still…" He turns so he's facing the ceiling. "I don't want to be disappointed on myweddingday."
That's fair. Though it's not what I expect from him. "Who elsewouldcome?"
"Ethan, Vi, Pipes, Kit, Joel, Bella… nobody else matters." He turns back to me. "We'd do it in the morning, have an afternoon reception, then I'd spend the night makingyoucome."
"A morning wedding on thebeach?"
He laughs. "Yeah,beforenoon."
"I get upbeforenoon."
"Doyou?"
"I got up at four a.m. to shoot thatcommercial."
"And you're still complaining about it." He smiles as he runs his fingers through my hair. "It'scute."
"It'snotcute."
"It'sadorable."
"Before noon?Really?"
Hechuckles.
"You have any idea how much time a bride has to spend in hair and makeup? A noon wedding will mean I'm getting up atfoura.m."
His smile spreads over his cheeks. "Not that you'd complainaboutthat."
"Yeah. Never. I never whine. Especially not when my fiancé is torturing me with sexualblackmail."
"We can do sunset. We can party with our friends all fucking night. But I'm going to make you come at least five times before midnight, even if we're at thereception."
That isn't abluff.
I'm sureofit.
