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“Need to get you a ring. But we have to hurry. The store closes soon.”
She tugged on my cut. “You don’t need to buy me anything.”
I twisted around to scowl at her. “I do. You need a ring. Your father won’t believe we’re married otherwise.”
“I’ll show him the damn wedding certificate,” she groused, then her cheeks pinkened. “I don’t want you to spend unnecessary money on this.”
My gaze drifted over her flushed features, and I couldn’t stop myself from muttering, “Damn, you’re pretty.”
Her eyes flared wide as she let them get snagged by mine. “Thank you?”
She’d said that earlier. It was breathy and hopeful and made me think shit I shouldn’t be thinking.
For all that, I just said, “You’re welcome.”
She licked her lips before tugging that bottom one between her teeth.
I wanted to gnaw on that myself.
Staring at her, I watched her creamy skin turn pink. “D-Digger?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re looking at me—”
“You’re a pleasure to look at.”
The pink shifted into red, and I decided to ease her embarrassment by explaining, “I’m not poor, Mary Catherine. I might not be a millionaire, but I can more than easily pay for a ring.”
“For a fake wife?” She shook her head. “You shouldn’t be out of pocket for this. You’re doing me a favor…”
Iwasdoing her a favor of sorts. But she was doing me one too.
She just didn’t know it yet.
“I’ll tell you a secret if you get off the bike.”
Interest piqued, she did as I said. Unsurprisingly. She might be a good girl, but she was like every woman on God’s green earth—curious as fuck.
With a groan of my own, I climbed off my hog, and when I saw her shivering at my side, I tugged her into a hug.
Surprised when she flowed with the movement, not uncomfortable by such forwardness from me, I rewarded her by rubbing my hands up and down her spine to warm her further.
“What secret?” she prompted breathily, silently telling me my touch affected her.
Fuck, I was a lucky bastard.
Especially when I thought about her admission last night—that she’d fantasized about me as a teenager.
When my dick started aching, I shifted my train of thought. She was comfortable with me—I didn’t want to wreck that by scaring her with a boner.
“Remember I told you I didn’t have a father?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you going to dive-bomb me with information again?”
I had to smile. “Maybe.”
“Just so you know, I don’t think I have many guys in my extended family who haven’t been to jail.” She huffed. “That came out sounding far prouder than it should have.”
