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“Because Savvie got a team of estheticians in who are all guys.”
“So?”
She shrugged, but a kitten-like smile curled her lips. “Luc doesn’t like other guys touching me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Jesus, Jen.”
Her smile morphed into a grin. “I love it.” She raised her hands together, clasping them in front of her chest in true Disney princess fashion. “I don’t want him to ever change.”
“Just wait until you’re married, then you’ll hit him over the head with a frying pan,” Finn drawled unsympathetically as he rounded the car with Jake struggling for freedom in his arms.
“When have I hit you with a frying pan?” I countered, but even as I asked the words, ice overtook me.
I’d hit him.
Guilt made the ice shatter inside me, leaving shards behind until he moved beside me and snagged my hand.
Squeezing it, he retorted, “I’ve never told you not to get your nails or makeup done by a guy.”
That hand squeeze was him giving me forgiveness.
But it was easier said than done.
I was still ashamed that I’d hit him. Violence might be the answer in his world, but it wasn’t in mine. Even if our borders did rub up against each other.
“This is true,” was all I said.
“I like my man to be all in my face.” Jen boasted, “It’s the Sicilian in him.”
Finn snorted. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. I’m plenty in Aoife’s face, but there’s a time and a place.”
Sensing a brewing argument, I decided to butt in, “Why did you waddle out here?”
“Because Savvie’s being bridezilla and I need moral support.”
My lips twitched and I leaned up on tiptoe to give Finn a kiss. “I’ll act as referee.”
When my hands moved toward Jake, he shook his head. “We’ll go and have some men’s talk.”
I grinned. “Good thinking.”
“Come on, Aoife!” Jen had already started toward the door, and as I joined, he snagged my hand and pulled me against his side.
“Hey.” His timber was low enough to make my pussy clench.
“Hey,” I breathed.
His fingers let go of mine with another squeeze, and he reached up and tugged on a curl before he trailed a finger along my neck. “You feeling okay?”
Well, thatreallymade my pussy clench.
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
That finger trailed to my pulse, and as he felt it speeding away, he smiled. “Did I tell you you look beautiful?”
“You did,” I whispered, watching his gaze drop to my outfit.
It was only a silk chiffon maxi dress, but I knew I looked good.
