“Avery’s favorite color is blush pink,” Blade said, interrupting me. “Her favorite food is the lasagna from Camelli’s on 42ndStreet and their tiramisu for dessert. She wants three kids, all girls. She’s terrified of getting hiccups for the rest of her life. Her dream job is being a wedding planner because she loves bringing people’s visions of love alive. And the place she most wants to go in the world is Harrogate, because that’s home.”
I stared at him for a moment, mouth open.
“That sounds accurate,” my grandmother said, nodding. “I didn’t realize you were still afraid of nonstop hiccupping.”
“Well,” I said weakly, “it’s a terrible affliction.”
“There’s brunch out,” my sister said sourly.
Blade dragged me to him and kissed me again. It was as swoon worthy as the first time.
“How did you know?” I whispered against his mouth. “How did you know all of that about me?”
“I have a key logger installed on your computer, and I monitor your internet usage. You spend a lot of time Googling and on social media,” he replied.
I slapped at his hand, but he chuckled and pulled me toward him.
“We’re supposed to put on a show,” he whispered against my hair. “I feel like I’m doing quite well.”
“Not everything was accurate,” I said, scowling. I tried to bat his hand away, but he pulled me closer. “You were wrong about the kids.”
“The kids are what I want. I figured you wouldn’t have any objections.”
I needed a drink.
“You have to admit, Blade, that it’s odd someone like you would want someone like Avery. I mean, she’s a disaster, and she’s not even that pretty,” my stepmother said, toddling toward the bar.
I beat her there and started making a whiskey sour.
“Aren’t you going to offer your future husband a drink?” Cassie asked. She was clearly not convinced by Blade’s little display of being a nascent stalker.
I was still mad at him for that. Who monitors someone’s internet usage? He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Would you like a drink,darling?” I asked.
Blade didn’t look at all flustered. In fact, leaning back on the couch, arm spread across it, the bulge of bicep visible under his suit, he looked like he owned the place.
“I’ll take a whiskey if you have it.”
As I poured the drink, I wracked my brain for what else I had been searching for on the internet. Cute pictures of Chris Evans, shirtless Henry Cavill pics, dream wedding ideas.Gah!
I walked over and handed Blade the drink.
“You should make him a plate of food too,” my stepmother said.
“I can get it,” Blade said, looking up at me. Freaking hell, he was sexy.
The rules, Avery.He wanted to play the game? I could too. I dared to reach out and stroke my hand down that perfect jaw, caressing his mouth with my thumb.
You’re such a creep.
“I’ll bring you some food,” I said to him. “Because we arein love, and that’s what people in love do.”
My father was watching the whole scene with a hand over his mouth.
I collected several little quiches and grilled vegetables that my sister had had catered, because Lord knew she did not cook in that expensive kitchen.
“Try some! It’s from the Gray Dove Bistro,” I told him.
