“No, Neve. Leave it on. Enjoy it until we straighten this out.”
“Ican’tenjoy it. It takes up too much room on my hand!”
Reece dropped the papers back on the desk. “I think it looks good on your hand.” He tapped his chin. “And I kinda remember that part.”
“Which part are you talking about?”
“The ring. I kinda remember arguing about it. So that’s good, right? That my memory is trying to fill in one of the blanks.”
“You’re the search and rescue guy. Don’t you know?”
He touched the end of her nose. “And you’re the doctor. Don’t you know?”
“How can you stand there in a robe that’s too small for you and tell me the ring looks good?” Her voice slid up an octave or two, and she wanted to shake her head, but the pounding—which had grown more intense—made her stop.
“Should I find a bigger robe?” His lips twitched with a smile she wanted to scrub from his bearded face.
“Not funny.”
“Point taken. Why don’t we change out of these robes, grab some coffee, andthenargue? I really need caffeine before we have our first fight.”
“I don’t understand how you can be so glib, Reece!” She threw out her arms, which made her robe gape.
His eyes flared.
“Stop that!” She yanked the lapels together and cinched the belt.
“Stop what?”
“Stop being a lech.”
“We’re married. Staring at my wife’s body isn’t lecherous. It’s showing appreciation.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh. My. God. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Not really. I’m just trying to keep it light so my head doesn’t explode. Hurts enough as it is.”
“Yours too, huh?” A beat or three passed, and neither of them moved. “So you kinda remember the bit about the ring. Do you remember anything else?” She motioned toward the rumpled bed. “Do you know how we ended up naked?”
“I have no idea, except I sleep naked.”
“So do I.”
“Well, there’s your explanation.”
“But did we … you know?”
“If we did, and that license is the real deal, then wedefinitelycan’t just unwind it.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis.
“But doyouremember any consummating? Because I sure don’t.”
“You also don’t remember exchanging I-dos, so I’m not sure we can trust your memory.” He leaned down, plucked his tuxedo pants from the floor, and slid his wallet out of a back pocket.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
He opened his wallet. “Nope, no consummation.” He held it so she could see two foil packets neatly tucked inside.
“Oh. Um, did you think you were going to get lucky last night? Twice?”
