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I hand her my card. “If you message me a time, I can come here and pick you up.”
“Thank you,” she breathes, taking the card. “I appreciate you coming here but I feel like I’m wasting your time.”
“You aren’t,” I assure her. “I’m glad I was asked to do this.”
“He gets to spend time with me, so you’re totally not wasting his time. My family would never have agreed to let him come otherwise.”
“I thought your family liked me?”
“If you think tolerating means they like you, then yeah, they like you.”
I growl as she pats my arm in pity. “Then why did Hope say she was grateful I was coming?”
“Because the lodge cost more than we predicted it would and dad is covering some of the cost.”
“Liam said he was glad another man was tagging along,” I argue.
“Because he can punch you if you touch his favourite foods,” she admits.
“We’re going,” I state darkly. Because I can’t wait to get her into bed and punish her with orgasms for being a little vixen.
“You two act like a married couple,” Sabrina muses. “Imogen, I know you are with your family, but you’re welcome to tag along tomorrow.”
Imogen sits up straighter. “Can I bring my—”
“Nope. No Carters,” I blurt out.
“I’m a Carter,” she growls.
“You’re a Smith. And you’re mine,” I point out.
“I love it when you say I’m yours,” she breathes. “It makes me pity you.”
And she had to go and ruin it.
“Come on.”
“I’ll check my schedule and message you,” Sabrina promises as we begin to make our way to the front door.
“Thank you for hosting us,” I tell her.
“You’re more than welcome.”
As she watches us walk back to my car, I lean down so only Imogen can hear me. “Have I told you how much your sass turns me on?”
“Really? How badly?”
“Badly enough that I might not make it back to the lodge.”
“Promises, promises,” she sings, then gives one last wave to Sabrina, who is standing in the doorway.
This is going to be a long four days.
I had planned to give her time with her family, knowing these outings mean a lot to them. I’m going to struggle to share her with them because I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Imogen
