Page 68 of Flame
“What’s happening?” Bianca asks.
I chuckle. “Apparently, my brothers just booked our honeymoon.”
She flinches. “What? Where? How?”
I scroll up through the messages until I find the location. “Silver Springs. Just a couple of nights.”To bide me some time to think of something that’s worthy of you.
“I don’t want anyone out of pocket for this,” she says. “I’m happy to pay for everything. I feel bad, considering this is … not real.”
Her words fall on the last two words.
“Don’t,” I say. “Language, remember? This is real, for all intents and purposes. And there’s no way I’m letting my wife pay for anything.” I tap her on the nose. “I don’t care if she has a lot more money than I do.”
She giggles.
“Speaking of that, the prenup is in my email,” I say. “We need to get that signed tonight and back to Gannon.”
I pull my gaze away from hers and go back to my texts.
Me: I didn’t expect you to do that. Thank you. That was very thoughtful.
Three pictures load one after the other. I turn so Bianca can’t see my screen and flip through them. The third one—emerald cut diamonds along a gold band—is the one.
Me: Number three.
Maddox: Size?
Me: No clue.
Maddox: The lady here says the average is between a five and a seven. So let’s say a six, and you can have it resized later if needed?
Me: Sounds perfect. I’ll pay you back tonight.
Maddox: I’m paying for it now.
“A delivery person is on their way with things that Astrid found at a shop in Breakwater,” Bianca says, looking up from her phone. “She thinks she found me something to wear for our nuptials.”
She stands, her clothes clinging to her curves.
“What about for the honeymoon?” I ask.
Her eyes widen in surprise. A sexy little grin slides over her lips. “Oh, thinking about the honeymoon, are you?”
“I’ve been thinking about the honeymoon since I asked you to marry me.”
She stands in front of me, dragging a finger along my jawline. The contact sends goose bumps across my skin and a bolt of heat straight to my cock.
“You didn’t ask me,” she says. “You demanded it.”
My throat is dry. “That won’t be the only thing I demand.”
Her chest rises and falls. “Want to get in a practice session?”
I lean forward as if I’m going to kiss her. But instead of going through with it, I grab her by the waist and move her backward as I stand.
“No,” I say, walking around her.
“Ugh. Why are you like this?”
