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“You didn’t let me finish.”
“None of it really matters me, other than one very important detail that I won’t bend on…”
“Which is?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. The wedding can be as simple or as elaborate as you want. That’s entirely up to you, the only thing I’m demanding is that by the end of this month you walk down that aisle prepared to marry me because it’s what you want, not what your brother is demanding of you. Not because you feel a sense of loyalty to your family and need to do your part. Only because it’s what you want.”
“And if by then that’s not how I feel?”
“Then don’t show up. I’m not going to marry you unless it’s truly what you want.”
“And what about your brother and mine. Wasn’t this for them? You’d be willing to walk away and not care how it will affect them?”
“Yes.”
“But you agreed.”
“I agreed because my brother asked me to but that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with whether or not Iwantto or will show up on our wedding day.”
The thought of him choosing to walk away suddenly caused my stomach to pinch. Which I didn’t understand because I was so against this and now…
Maybe I’m not.
“So when you picked me over my sister, was that the best of the worst?”
He grinned, in the most insanely charming way, extending to his full height and moving to me ever so fucking slowly. His shoulder was next to mine but while I faced the seat he’d just vacated he faced the exit.
“Both you and your sister are very beautiful women, Cress.”
“But that’s not answering my question. What sane person wants to be forced into a corner when it comes to choosing their own husband or wife? The person they’re expected to spend the rest of their life with?”
With a casual smoothness the warmth of his breath ghosted across the side of my face. “Who’s to say I didn’t choose?”
A whisper of a kiss landed at my temple then he was gone.
My head whipped in his direction to find him waiting by the door, arm extended requesting me. And I gave in, feeling like this was the first of many…
* * *
I was frustrated by how my mother had acted a few nights ago at dinner and my sex drive was on overload after the way Elias had handed her. He’d shielded me from my own mother when he didn’t have to. He could have easily sat there and allowed the Devereaux women to battle it out but no, he shut down every attempt she threw out there to take control of my life and this wedding which was incredibly…
Sexy.
He was sexy.
I wanted to run my tongue from the tattoo that began under his neck down to the ones I imagined were perfectly placed and peeking from the waistline of his briefs.
Or boxers.
I wasn’t sure of his preference.
Wait no briefs. He was definitely a brief type of man.
Oh fuck me.
