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"What?" Her gaze widens, "What did you say?"
"Marry me," I allow my smile to widen, "not for real, of course."
"Of course," She nods, "So you want me to pretend to marry you?"
"For 30 days."
"What happens in thirty days?"
"I am able to convince my older brother and my Nonna that we are really serious about each other. After which time, you are free to go your own way."
"So if I leave after that how can you convince them that we are serious about each other."
"You’re right."
"I am?" She scowls.
"Sixty days," I cross my arms over my chest.
"What the--!" She gapes, "you added on an entire month?"
I raise a shoulder, "It's going to take that long for us to convince them that we are in love with each other."
"But we are not," she points out.
"Given that I am incapable of falling in love, that's a foregone conclusion."
"Is that right?" Her gaze narrows.
"Which is why when we decide to separate, no one will raise an eyebrow. In fact given that by the we'd have proved to be incompatible it will be all too believable that," I peer into her face, "our marriage was a complete mistake."
"And what’s the benefit of that?"
"That they won’t bother me about getting married to anyone else for a long time after that."
She purses her lips, "Somehow I can’t see you being bothered by anyone about being married."
"Have you met my Nonna?" I tilt my head, "She’s been planning our weddings from the moment each of us were born, and now that Michael's married and with Xander’s passing…" I firm my lips.
"You were saying?" She prompts.
"Nothing," I straighten my spine, "fake marriage, you and I, that’s all you need to know."
"Hmm," She takes in my features, "and what’s in it for me?"
I glare at her, "Really?" I snap, "you dare ask me that?"
She pales, but doesn’t glance away, "yes," she says in a firm voice, "I need to know what’s in it for me."
I take a step toward her and she leans back, only there’s nowhere for her to go for she presses back and into the counter. I close the distance between us, plant my hands on the counter and cage her in.
"You were saying?"
"I was asking a question actually," she tips up her chin, "what’s in it for me, Christian?"
I peer into her features, and her pupils dilate. Her brown eyes lighten until they seem almost golden in this light. I lean in closer until my breath raises the hair other forehead. I run my finger down the side of her cheek and she shivers, "Don’t," She murmurs, "Don’t try to distract me."
"Oh, so I do distract you?"
