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“Right, sorry. Promise you won’t try to mosey on down to bang town. How’s that?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You’re really killing the vibe.”
“Thereisno vibe. That’s the whole point.”
“Denial is a river in Africa.”
“What?” She waves that away. “Stop it, okay? I’m being serious. I won’t deny there’s an attraction between us—”
“A verystrongattraction,” I snarl at her, smirking like mad. “One you very much feel.”
“I never denied it.” She glares at me now. “But until everything between us is settled, we’re not acting on it. Okay? And even if wedoact on it, this is a business partnership, and the business is raising our baby. Understood?”
“What you’re saying is once my family has gotten over everything, I get to fuck you as often as I want? I get to drag my tongue alone your pussy until—”
“Nope,” she says, waving her arms. “Don’t you dare start talking dirty to me.”
“What? Me, talk dirty?” I grin, looking innocent. “I’m just describing how you’ll sit on my face, moving your hips in circles as my mouth and lips suck and lick your lovely pussy, my fingers grabbing your ass—”
“Finley!” She snaps my real name at me like a whip. “Cut it out, you jackass.”
I grind my teeth together. “Where’d you hear that name?”
She tilts her chin up. “I googled you.”
“You… googled me.”
“Yes, dickhead. I’m about to marry you, for fuck’s sake, so I typed your name into freaking google. There’s some really interesting stuff out there about your family.”
“The internet is a cesspool.” I glance away, working my jaw. “At least it got my name right.”
“Don’t worry about the internet. I don’t believe any of it.” She comes toward me again and puts a hand on my arm. “Look, can you just behave? No more dirty talk. No more flirting. Just—think of me like you think of Genna.”
“Genna’s into women, she doesn’t make eye contact with me while she sucks my—”
“Finn,” she says, pinching my arm.
“Fine, fuck, I’ll stop.” Even though that’s going to take all my goddamn willpower. “But we need to go. I told the judge we’d be there at five.”
She hesitates, glancing at the clock. It’s four-forty, giving us plenty of time to make the ten-minute drive and navigate the courthouse.
Her face pales slightly. She looks down at her ring, drifting away from me toward the island. I know what she’s thinking—this is a huge step.
It’s a huge step for me, too.
Except there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, no worries. We’re about to blow up my life spectacularly, but for some reason, the thought of being Dara’s husband doesn’t scare me the way it fucking freaked me out when I pictured Robin at my side.
There was no spark with Robin. No banter, no joy. Just a cold, emotionless, business-like acceptance.
With Dara, it’s all heat and excitement.
A heat that might get us strangled in our beds, but still.
“Are you ready?” I ask, softening my tone.
She squares her shoulders, nodding once. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Don’t sound too excited.” I offer her my arm. “Right this way, my fiancée.”
