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him again in my flirty voice. "At least you're drinking age."
"Is that an insult?"
"Maybe."
"Statistically, it's smart of you to marry a younger man. Less chance of being a widow."
I shrugged. "Of course you have a smart wife. A brilliant wife. Top of my class, so you know. And no wisecracks about my choice of degree. But it doesn't matter. We'll be divorced long before our twilight years and lifespan statistics catch up to us." I twisted the cheap ring on my finger. "I'll give this fine piece of jewelry back…when this is over. Back to our story. The details?"
He got that embarrassed look again. "I was drinking alone, and pretty hammered already, when you approached me at the bar. I bought you a drink, and then another. We drank until we were both plastered. Then one of us, I think it was you, thought we should be spontaneous and do something crazy."
"No." I shook my head vehemently.
His brow furrowed. "What? That's what the PI pieced together. As I say, I don't remember a thing past getting smashed at the bar. You think you wouldn't ask me to marry you? I'm a billionaire. Everyone wants me."
"No. Yeah. Whatever. I would not ask you to marry me, billionaire or not. When I get married—"
"You are married."
I ignored him. "—for real, I will expect the guy to do the proposing. In some romantic way." I paused for effect. "We have another problem."
"What?" He looked genuinely worried that I'd come up with a deal breaker. Even though I'd just signed the deal. "Everyone knows I would never elope. I've been planning my wedding since I was five. Maybe before. I even have a secret Pinterest board where I pin my latest preferences and ideas."
He held my gaze and his voice went soft. "People do crazy stuff when they're in love." It was almost as if he was talking about himself.
I ignored it. He was probably toying with me. I motioned between the two of us. "Like you and me?"
He nodded. "And marrying a billionaire? Who insisted on getting married right away? Who could resist that?"
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling at him. "You're incorrigible. But I guess we'll have to run with it. What about your friends and family? How hard will they be to convince?"
He shrugged. "My friends will high-five me. My brothers will give me crap. And Mom and Dad will be suspicious that you married me for my money. And possibly hostile about it." His self-deprecating humor was sweet, but there was an edge to it.
"And they'd be right. Kind of." I scrunched my mouth to one side, like I did when I was unhappy and trying to deal with it. "We'll deal with that later if we have to. Will they want to meet me?"
"Sure. When we're all in town."
"They won't be surprised and eager to meet the girl who stole their little boy's heart?"
"I'm no one's 'little' boy and never have been." His voice was hard. "I do what I want. When I want. And don't give a damn what people think. They're used to my eccentricities."
I frowned, not sure I believed him. But he believed what he was saying. That much was clear. "The good news is I won't really have to impress them. If they don't like me, it will be that much easier for them when we get divorced next year."
He winced. I swore he did.
I took a breath. "Ring. Dress. Witnesses," I said, ticking off wedding elements. "Have we missed anything I need to know? Flowers?"
"Roses. Red."
"Almost like a poem. Good. Though not terribly creative. Vows?"
"Standard, I think."
"Did I promise to…love you…through sickness and health?" Why had I stumbled on the word love ?
"I assume so."
"Wedding night?"
He gave me a deadpan stare. "Your parents are going to ask about that? Are they going to want to see the sheets and make sure you were a virgin, too?"
I gave him a gentle shove. "Virgin! Ha ha. I meant, what hotel were we in? Did we have the honeymoon suite?"
"Same hotel we both were staying in for business. We went back to my room." He looked almost apologetic. "It was a suite, at least."
I shook my head.
"Is that an insult?"
"Maybe."
"Statistically, it's smart of you to marry a younger man. Less chance of being a widow."
I shrugged. "Of course you have a smart wife. A brilliant wife. Top of my class, so you know. And no wisecracks about my choice of degree. But it doesn't matter. We'll be divorced long before our twilight years and lifespan statistics catch up to us." I twisted the cheap ring on my finger. "I'll give this fine piece of jewelry back…when this is over. Back to our story. The details?"
He got that embarrassed look again. "I was drinking alone, and pretty hammered already, when you approached me at the bar. I bought you a drink, and then another. We drank until we were both plastered. Then one of us, I think it was you, thought we should be spontaneous and do something crazy."
"No." I shook my head vehemently.
His brow furrowed. "What? That's what the PI pieced together. As I say, I don't remember a thing past getting smashed at the bar. You think you wouldn't ask me to marry you? I'm a billionaire. Everyone wants me."
"No. Yeah. Whatever. I would not ask you to marry me, billionaire or not. When I get married—"
"You are married."
I ignored him. "—for real, I will expect the guy to do the proposing. In some romantic way." I paused for effect. "We have another problem."
"What?" He looked genuinely worried that I'd come up with a deal breaker. Even though I'd just signed the deal. "Everyone knows I would never elope. I've been planning my wedding since I was five. Maybe before. I even have a secret Pinterest board where I pin my latest preferences and ideas."
He held my gaze and his voice went soft. "People do crazy stuff when they're in love." It was almost as if he was talking about himself.
I ignored it. He was probably toying with me. I motioned between the two of us. "Like you and me?"
He nodded. "And marrying a billionaire? Who insisted on getting married right away? Who could resist that?"
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling at him. "You're incorrigible. But I guess we'll have to run with it. What about your friends and family? How hard will they be to convince?"
He shrugged. "My friends will high-five me. My brothers will give me crap. And Mom and Dad will be suspicious that you married me for my money. And possibly hostile about it." His self-deprecating humor was sweet, but there was an edge to it.
"And they'd be right. Kind of." I scrunched my mouth to one side, like I did when I was unhappy and trying to deal with it. "We'll deal with that later if we have to. Will they want to meet me?"
"Sure. When we're all in town."
"They won't be surprised and eager to meet the girl who stole their little boy's heart?"
"I'm no one's 'little' boy and never have been." His voice was hard. "I do what I want. When I want. And don't give a damn what people think. They're used to my eccentricities."
I frowned, not sure I believed him. But he believed what he was saying. That much was clear. "The good news is I won't really have to impress them. If they don't like me, it will be that much easier for them when we get divorced next year."
He winced. I swore he did.
I took a breath. "Ring. Dress. Witnesses," I said, ticking off wedding elements. "Have we missed anything I need to know? Flowers?"
"Roses. Red."
"Almost like a poem. Good. Though not terribly creative. Vows?"
"Standard, I think."
"Did I promise to…love you…through sickness and health?" Why had I stumbled on the word love ?
"I assume so."
"Wedding night?"
He gave me a deadpan stare. "Your parents are going to ask about that? Are they going to want to see the sheets and make sure you were a virgin, too?"
I gave him a gentle shove. "Virgin! Ha ha. I meant, what hotel were we in? Did we have the honeymoon suite?"
"Same hotel we both were staying in for business. We went back to my room." He looked almost apologetic. "It was a suite, at least."
I shook my head.
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