Page 94 of Auctioned to the Devil

“You just decided?”

“Been thinking about it.”

“Of course you have.”

“Two girls.”

“And?”

“One boy.”

“Very specific.”

His gaze holds mine. “Want a house full of them.”

That gets me.

Damn him.

I reach up and touch his face. “You’re going to be ridiculously overprotective.”

“Yep.”

“Our daughters will hate you.”

“Probably.”

“You’ll terrify their boyfriends.”

“Definitely.”

I smile. “And our son?”

“Teach him not to touch women who don’t want him touching them.”

My throat tightens. “That’s a good answer.”

“I know.”

I kiss him.

This time, I don’t care about the lipstick.

Twenty-six minutes later, Caleb slides a cedar-and-silver band onto my finger.

“I do,” he says before Archer finishes asking.

The crowd laughs.

Archer lowers the paper he’s reading from.

“Jesus, Mercer. Let me do my job.”

“Taking too long.”

I’m already laughing when Archer turns to me.

“And Emily, do you take this impatient asshole to be your husband?”