Oh.
Right.
Fair enough.
She looked at him apologetically. “I can’t act like I’m in love with you if I’m not your wife.”
He stared at her.
She stared back.
The fire crackled softly in its glass enclosure. Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed—eleven, she counted, each note low and sonorous.
“Is that one of your non-negotiables?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Should she explain how the Bible in his room was the reason she had a change of heart, and—
“I see.”
Never mind.
“I know this makes me sound like a gold digger—”
“It does.”
Andie choked back a laugh. At least he was being honest, and since she truly did appreciate he was so—
“I’m totally okay with signing any kind of prenup if that can help ease your concerns. An NDA, too, and maybe also a preemptive TRO—”
“Since when did you become fluent in legalese?”
“Sorry.” A sheepish smile touched her lips. “I like to offer suggestions when I’m nervous. And, um, in case you also want some character references—”
He held one hand up, and Andie fell silent.
“If I agree to your terms—”
Relief flooded her being, but Andie refused to let herself dwell on this.
Paul had moved closer still. Close enough now that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, could see the individual lashes framing those devastating gray eyes. The firelight caught the copper in his hair, turning him into something almost otherworldly.
An angel,she thought again.
Or a devil.
She still couldn’t decide which.
“Can I take you to bed tonight—”
Andie’s jaw dropped.
“—and marry you tomorrow?”
Chapter Six
“JUST BREATHE, ANDIE. In and out. That’s it.”
