“Again,” she said on a whisper of amusement.“We don’t have to go tomorrow.Just say we’ll do it someday.”
“We can do it today,” he said.“Got nowhere else to be.Nothing important on the agenda springs to mind…”
Laugh it up, Skippy.Except…
“I was going to make a jibe about not showing up, but… Thinking about it, I’m supposed to be late, right?I’m in the building.How can I—Toria.Yes.Excellent!She’ll take care of that tradition.We’re late everywhere when she’s in the crowd.”
“She’s the only one of the three of you not getting married today.”
“Meaning… she won’t need more time than Jane and me?You’ve met her, right?Plenty of times you’ve been waiting for me, you didn’t know you were actually waiting for her.”
“All the—”
“How is Kesley?”
Many others fell into the not getting married bracket too, hence the jump to Zairn’s ex.
“Kes?”he asked.“I don’t know.I haven’t talked to her.Wasn’t she at your thing?”
“Yeah, though I’m not sure inviting her was a good idea.”
“Did she embarrass herself?She’s not a big drinker but usually holds her liquor.”
“It wasn’t that, it was…” Slithering lower again, she tucked her face against his throat.“The girls were talking about love and sex and… She thought she’d get this with you.Once upon a time, you know?You broke her heart then hooked up with me.”
“Later, way later.I’d been with other women in the interim.”Dayah Lynn came to mind though this wasn’t the night to dredge all that up.“She’s not hung up on me.Not like you think.”
“Men don’t always notice these things.”Relaxing her head in a roll, her lips just touched his Adam’s apple.“Maybe she’s not in love with you like when you were together.But when the girls are talking about you finding the right woman before settling down… I don’t know it had to occur to her.”
“What?”
“That she wasn’t your right girl.”Tipping higher, she lifted her head enough to rasp her mouth across his jaw.“Why didn’t you marry her?”
“You asked me that before.”
“She’s beautiful.”She kissed his chin.“Smart…” Another kiss.“Engaging…”
The next kiss went to the corner of his mouth and he turned his head fast, surprising her with a much deeper, definitely delicious, full French kiss.
His fingers dived into her hair, snagging her blindfold.Grabbing for it fast, she levered up a little to fix it.
“Maybe you should propose to her,” he teased.
Blindfold secure again, they were pushing their luck with the novelty and would get in deep trouble if she messed this up.
“I proposed to you,” she said, “isn’t that enough?”
She sensed his smile.“You didn’t propose to me.”
“What wasTalk at Sunset?”Though he wasn’t totally wrong.The question never actually passed her lips… or his.Huh.“Are we the only two people in history who got married without ever discussing it?Where no one asked no one?”
“I like that about us.We’re on the same wavelength.”
Now they were, hadn’t always been that way.This was luck.Her falling into this life, it was sheer unadulterated providence.And she wouldn’t take it for granted.
“I want to go to Vegas.”
“Could’ve saved us a fortune if you took me up on that offer the first time it came around.”
