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“We’ll see.”
I frown, glancing around the penthouse that is gorgeous but almost totally devoid of furniture.
“Ever thought of buying some tables and chairs?”
“Yes.”
Cillian brings the book back up.
Ooookay…
In the kitchen area, I find the stuff to make a BLT sandwich—a huge favorite of mine that I haven’t been able to afford in forever—in the fridge. Once assembled, I bite into it with gusto, relishing the bacon. When I’m done almost literally inhaling it, I frown as I glance over to where he’s still reading.
Forever is a long time.
I slowly walk toward him before I clear my throat.
“How long?”
Cillian frowns as he looks up. “Excuse me?”
“The marriage.” My lips purse. “I’ll do it, but there’s an expiration date.”
“Curious that you are still under the mistaken impression that is in any way a negotiation.”
“Everything is a negotiation.”
Life is a negotiation, Una. Each day, each breath of air is a negotiation with fate, and with God.
Darkness floods my mind. Ihatethat I’m hearing my father’s words in my head again.
“And what’s youropening bid?”
“Six months.”
He rolls his eyes. “No deal.”
“Hear me out. Six months is more than enough time for you to fix your own shit, right?”
His eyes narrow. “Careful.”
“After that—”
“No. The marriage ending within six months would almost guarantee to nullify the whole point of us doing it in the first place.”
“Notendinglike me leaving or anything. I think I actually have an even better idea.”
He smiles, indulging me. “And what might that—”
“In six months, you’ll kill me.”
Cillian goes still, his eyes piercing into me.
“I mean, not really.”
“I gathered that. That, or your little pain and submission kink runs much deeper that I thought.”
My face heats horribly, but I barrel on.
