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“You’re getting a little demanding for a man who needs this more than I do.”
He holds his hands in the air. “Fair. But that’s my last demand.”
“It better be,” I mumble, listing the rest of the agreements on the receipt. But as I lift the lip pencil, I think of one more thing. Maybe the most important of them all. I take a deep breath. “One more thing …”
“What?”
Our gazes lock in the middle of the walkway.
His features are free from the stress he’s carried all day. The playfulness he’s known for dances through his eyes.
My stomach clenches at the thought of doing this with Renn. But it sours just as quickly at the idea of getting too close to him.
Yup. Gotta add this.
I refuse to grow feelings for a man who will never reciprocate them. Who isn’t interested in love—especially mine.
“If either of us develops real feelings for the other,” I say, my voice quiet, “then we walk away immediately. No questions asked.”
He studies me for a long time, the playfulness turning somber.
My heart skips a beat, then two, as I hold my breath and wait on his response. Just as I’m about to tell him to forget the whole thing—that we’re both out of our heads, he stands.
“I agree,” he says, offering me a hand.
I set the receipt and pencil beside the snacks and tentatively place my hand in his.
He jerks me to my feet faster than I anticipate, and I’m hauled into his chest. My body crashes into his, his hardness to my softness. And just like that, I melt into him.
His smile is wicked.
“What?” I ask, nearly panting at the way he’s looking at me.
“I’m just deciding whether I should kiss you here or wait until we land.”
I lick my lips. He follows the trail of my tongue with his eyes.
“You might want to do it here,” I say, my heart thumping. “Our first kiss shouldn’t be in front of people, you know, in case it’s awkward.”
He locks his hands on the small of my back. “You’re right.”
I lift on my tiptoes, my hands on his shoulders. “I’m always right.”
“Kimbra is watching, so we better wait.”
He winks and lets me go.
What the hell?
“We’re about to have our first marital fight,” I say, my body screaming for him to come back.
His laughter fills the air. “Wait until we get to where we’re going before we fight. Because you’re going to look so hot on your knees, begging me to forgive you.”
With a lingering look, he walks away.
CHAPTER13
Blakely
