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“Or the ring.”
His eyes lock on mine. “When I take you to bed, you’re not going to wonder whether it was part of our deal.”
My pulse pounds between us. “And if I decide I want you anyway?”
Dane’s gaze drops to my mouth. “Then you better be damn sure.”
He lifts me off his lap and stands. I stare after him as he walks toward the stairs. “Where are you going?”
He looks back. “Cold shower.”
I bite my lip and his eyes narrow.
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“Look pleased with yourself.”
I smile. “Good night, husband.”
His gaze moves over me one last time. “Keep pushing me, wife.”
Then he disappears upstairs, leaving me alone beside the fire, the taste of him still on my lips.
Chapter 6
Dane
Ilike hearing people call her Mrs. Miller more than I should.
“Morning, Mrs. Miller.”
“Looking good, Mrs. Miller.”
“Your order’s ready, Mrs. Miller.”
By the third time it happens, Lila catches me smiling. “Stop.”
We’re walking down Main Street carrying supplies for the lodge. The storm finally cleared yesterday, leaving three feet of snow piled along the sidewalks and half of Devil’s Peak apparently desperate to see the newlyweds.
“Stop what?”
“Looking so pleased with yourself every time someone calls me that.”
“That’s your name.”
“For eleven more months.”
My smile disappears.
She notices. “Don’t pout.”
“I don’t pout.”
“You are.”
“I don’t pout.”
