“So?”
Darn, she should know never to say that. “So you’reyielding? We’re not going to wait until the wedding night?”
His eyes narrowed. Nope, he didn’t care for the word or the weakness it depicted.
She laughed. “Come on, let’s go look at the flowers. At the rate we’re going, we’ll never get anything done. Besides,someonegave me three weeks. One and half of which has disappeared to only God knows where…” she broke off, eyeing him suspiciously at his suddenly smooth expression. “What?”
“Nothing.”
Nuh-uh. She didn’t trust his bland stare. “You aren’t winning this you know.”
His mouth twitched. “Is that so?”
“Oh, absolutely. Iknowof your need to conquer everything. I’ve seen it plenty of times. This time, my dearest mate, the win’s gonna be mine.”
His dark eyebrows rose. Smiling, she sashayed back into the flower store with a little wiggle of her hips, so damn glad she wore a pencil skirt. He always liked her in those tight-fitting ones. Heck, she needed every advantage she could get if she wanted him to break first.
