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She catches it. “There. You almost did it again.”
“Did what?”
“Smiled.”
“No.”
“You did.”
“You imagining my mouth is becoming a problem.”
Her hand stops halfway to the creamer.
I lean against the counter with a smirk.
Her cheeks turn pink. “You’re disgusting.”
“Didn’t say what you were imagining it doing.”
“Dane.”
“Lila.”
She points toward a chair. “Sit.”
I do.
She takes the one across from me and crosses her legs. “You came here to discuss your mental breakdown.”
“Business proposition.”
“The answer is no.”
“Haven’t given it to you yet.”
“You want a wife.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
I pull the folded trust paperwork from my jacket and put it on the table.
She doesn’t touch it.
“My grandfather left me land on the north ridge.”
“I thought you owned half the north ridge.”
“Almost.”
“That sounds terrible for you.”
“It’s twelve hundred acres bordering my timber property and national forest.”
“And?”
“And my grandfather was old-fashioned.”
