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I gripped her shoulders. “There’s no Amtrak stop here. All we have are coal trains, so you’re safe.”
“But Dad and Aunt Linda have to sign off on us. That’s so unfair.”
“It’ll be fine.” I peeked over her shoulder. Auggie was stalking a bug or frog and wasn’t paying attention. He was too far away to hear. “They’ll see how much I love having your legs wrapped around me.”
“That would be awkward.” Her cheeks turned pink. Good. I was getting her out of her head.
“They’ll see that I think about kissing you all the time, and I count down the minutes until I can have you naked again.”
Her flush grew darker. “You’re incorrigible.”
“It sucks that people have to sign off on us. But you know what?” When she gave her head a small shake, I continued. “It means we care. When we first made this deal, we only cared about faking it enough to pass. But now we’re concerned that they won’t actually see what’s going on.”
“You’re worried too?”
“I wasn’t until you brought it up.”
She laughed and tipped her head back. One day, I’d be able to kiss up her neck and along her jaw and not care who the hell saw—and it wouldn’t be fucking fake.
She ran a finger down my chest. “There’s no use worrying about it until we get married.”
“You doing okay with that?” I grasped her hand. Her ring twinkled in the sunlight.
“I am. You? Is wedding planning bringing up memories?”
I let her go and caged her in. Auggie was chasing what looked to be a frog jumping through the grass. “No, actually. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone and just having a relaxing day. Auggie will be around a ton of kids, and he’ll see what it’s like to be part of an involved family.”
“I’m looking forward to it too.” Her soft smile burrowed right into my heart.
Was she eager for more than seeing her family? Did her stomach fill with butterflies when she thought of facing me in front of the justice? Was she wondering how we’d celebrate the wedding night?
That was a good question. Auggie was on his way back. The frog had gotten away.
I didn’t move away from her yet. “Should I ask Mom if she can take Auggie for our wedding night? Make it look more believable?”
“I like that idea.” Her sultry grin went straight to my dick. I’d have to drag her into the shower tonight.
“It’s a date,” I said.
One thing was different between this wedding and my first one. I looked forward to Saturday.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Jensen
I coached the boys’ team tonight so Poppy could work with Hadley’s team. She was showing the goalkeeper how to dive while the rest of the older girls were practicing their goal shots with Clover. Poppy’s voice reached me with shouts of “good” and “that’s it.” Clover’s boyfriend had stayed at the hotel in Bismarck for work. Good. The night was too beautiful to ruin it with assholes.
Hassie’s silver pickup pulled into the gravel lot. Mom said she wanted to come watch Auggie, but Hassie had stayed far away from anything soccer. When she parked, she hopped out and Mom exited the passenger side. She waved when she saw me. I nodded back and jogged to the middle of the field.
“Line up!” I called.
I ran the boys through one more line of cones using the outside of their shoes and the bottoms before cutting them loose.
“Bye, Coach,” rang out from each one as they high-fived and fist-bumped me. Auggie sprinted for the fence line, where Mom waved at him.
Poppy wasn’t done with her team, so I followed Auggie.
“I think you found another calling,” Mom said.
