She blinks.
“We have to go all the way on this, Michaela.”
“Okay.”
“This brings me to something very important…”
“What?”
“We need to coordinate our stories. Since we’re not going to be joined at the hip twenty-four seven, we need to makesure neither of us slips up when recounting the details of our whirlwind romance.”
“You want to do this now?”
“Not tonight. Tomorrow we should put our heads together before we meet with the publicist.”
“Tomorrow sounds good.”
I take a step closer. “There’s something else…”
“What?”
“Our first kiss.”
“Oh.”
Under the lights, it’s impossible not to notice how her eyes practically take over her face.
She wasn’t expecting that.
It’s been on my mind since she stepped into the restaurant, but now, it’s an obsession.
“The first time I kiss you shouldn’t be when the priest gives me his blessing to kiss the bride.” My voice comes out like a seductive murmur and my eyes drop to her lips. “If we don’t practice, it’s going to be obvious it’s the firsttime. I’d hate to blow our story to pieces on the day we tie the knot.”
“Oh.”
“You did a stellar job acting the part tonight, and I willingly followed your cue. But can we fake a convincing kiss?”
“I don’t know,” she says in a low voice.
“We shouldn’t chance it.”
“What do you suggest?”
I move close enough to smell the many layers of her lovely perfume.
Delicate. Refined. Sophisticated.
Her.
“Practice makes perfect,” I say.
“You mean, we should practice right now?”
“Why not? The more mileage, the smoother the ride.”
“Isn’t it the more mileage, the clunkier the ride?” A sly smile stretches her lips.
“It depends on the caliber of the vehicle.” I just one-upped her.
