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“Speaking of the loft, how many bedrooms?”
“Four suites in total. I am hardly there, so I do not have a maid.” He flicked her a look.
“You are going to have to hire one, if you want.”
“I won’t.”
“You are going to do the housework by yourself?” He stared at her with a frown.
“I am perfectly capable of picking up after myself. I bet you cannot say the same.”
“I use a cleaning service whenever I am in town.”
“Good enough.”
“We are going to entertain.”
Her eyes flew to his face. “Why?”
He smiled slightly. “Because we are married and people will expect us to.”
She shifted in her seat a little. “We could go to restaurants instead of having them in the loft.”
“We are going to have to invite people over eventually.”
“Okay, fine," she grumbled. It does not have to be now.
“But we are expected to want to spend a few weeks or so together before that happens.”
“I thought you were leaving soon.”
He grinned at the hopeful look on her face. “Not for another month. I have canceled my trip to Mexico in order to spend some time with you.”
“I don’t want you spending time with me. That’s ridiculous.”
“We are supposed to be going on a talk show.”
“What? When did you hear that?”
“My agent has been salivating ever since the news came about that we are wed. She signed us up.”
“Without consulting me?” The fury on her exquisite face made him want to haul her over and kiss her senselessly.
“She does not know you," he pointed out with equanimity. “And she has been my agent since the start of my career. She knows how to spin things.”
“To her advantage.”
“And to mine," he sighed at the look on her face. “We got married in haste. Previously, it did not appear we were anywhere close. People cannot believe that we managed to keep our relationship a secret. There are speculations—”
“I have heard them.” She shifted in her seat a little restlessly. “They think we are hiding something.” She looked at him. “Did James pay off the priest or whatever he is called in Italy?”
“Why darling, dear old Dad would never dream of doing any such thing.”
“That means money exchanged hands. We were drunk, or at least I was.”
He grinned at her. “Are you saying I was cold stone sober?”
“I believe you are a man who can very well hold his liquor.”
