“Okay. How can I earn your trust?”
I frown at him. “By being predictable, I think.”
“That might be hard for me.”
“By being honest, then. Keeping your word. Talking to me about expectations and emotions. Not leaving me stranded or confused. Stop dancing with me on the edge of a cliff and start leading me to solid ground.”
He ponders my words as we merge into the traffic and navigate toward the office once again. Finally, he says, “I think I can do that. Most of the time.”
“All of the time.”
“Why are you so insistent on murdering the fun?”
My eyes roll, and I look out the window. “’Cause apparently I suck at murderingpeople.”
He laughs, and heat settles low in my belly.
“Dove?”
“What?”
“There’s something I need to tell you, in the spirit of being honest, but I don’t really want to tell you right now.”
“Why not?”
“Because. I think I’d like to give you a moment to process being my legal wife first. Only once you start to enjoy it will I thicken the plot.”
I grimace. “I’m supposed to seriously process this nonsense? I’m not supposed to expect divorce papers delivered in an envelope signedlolto be issued in a matter of days?”
“Please process it. Please don’t expect divorce papers. They will not be sent.”
I make a face.
“Don’t pout.”
“I’m not angry. I’m just disappointed.”
“Don’t pretend to be my father.”
Slouching, I mutter, “I’ve barely even met your father. What’s he going to think about his son getting married on an impulse like this?”
“Probably nothing, since I told him I was going to marry you minutes after you two first met when he came by the office after you’d started working for us.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Want to call and ask him?”
Firmly, I shake my head. “Absolutely not. I’ve learned my lesson about attempting to call your bluffs. I will never again suspect you aren’t being wholly forthright, no matter how stupid whatever you’re saying sounds.”
“Unfaltering belief in my word? What a dangerous thing to gift me. I’m certain I won’t abuse it.”
Pulling my legs up, I adjust my skirt to make sure I’m maintaining modesty, then I hug them. Because here we go again… Twirling, twirling, twirling…
On the edge of a cliff.
Chapter Twenty-two
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