Page 54 of The P Arrangement

She laughed into my chest before gasping and looking up at me. Slapping her hands over my pecs, she said, “Hey, you never showed me the pictures your crush in there was talking about.”

I had to really think about what she was asking me, and I still came up with nothing. “Huh?”

“The lady earlier…after I came back from the restroom. She said you were ‘grinning like a fool’ over pictures of me. But I forgot to ask to see them.”

“Oh.” With a quick pat-down, I found my cell in my left pocket and pulled up the image. “It was really only one picture,” I said, handing her my phone.

All humor left Delaney’s eyes as they filled with tenderness. “Oh my God, the night you proposed.”

“It was thirteen years ago today.”

She ran her finger over the screen, as if she wished she could touch us. “We were so happy,” she whispered.

“Yeah, we were,” I whispered back.

She looked up at me. “Preston, why haven’t you had sex with anyone since I left?”

I brushed my thumb down her cheek. “Because none of them were you, Delaney.”

TWENTY-ONE

DELANEY

“Because noneof them were you, Delaney.”

His words shoot straight to my heart.

“We’ve been so happy the last few days. It’s almost like the last two years didn’t happen.” I look down at the picture of our proposal announcement again. It hurts to look at it. “A part of me wishes they hadn’t.”

But that’s what it is. Wishful thinking. Because I’m no longer his wife and he’s no longer my husband.

“What if we could do the closest thing to making that happen?”

Forcing myself to look away from Preston’s phone, I eye him speculatively. “And how would we manage that?”

“We could get married again.”

A small laugh bursts out of me. “What?”

“We’re in Vegas, Laney. The capital of spontaneous, last-minute marriages. We could go to a chapel and be together again”—he snaps his fingers—“just like that.”

“But what about…”

“What about what? Our families? We already did the big engagement party and wedding. We don’t need to do that all again for them.”

He has a really good point.

“I can’t believe I’m actually considering this.”

“I’m glad you are.”

“But why? Why do you want to marry me again, Pres?”

He hauls me into his arms and growls, “Because I lied earlier. Mostly to myself. I hate that you had sex with someone else. I want to be the only one who gets to be inside you for the rest of our lives, Laney.”

It’s not the most romantic proposal, but it’s somehow enough for me.

I nod. “Let’s do it.”

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