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have a point. While he didn’t relish explaining the quickie wedding to anyone—parents included—an even quicker divorce would be humiliating. “So exactly what are you saying, Skye?”
“I quit my job in Vegas.” She paused, as if waiting for him to tell her how crazy that was. But really, at this point, wasn’t crazy expected? When he said nothing, she continued. “I’m here. You can’t come to me, obviously, so I’m here with you. I figure with my experience I could look for a management position at a hotel or a restaurant. There are enough of them around, it seems. I’m earning my keep, not looking for a handout.”
“Never thought you were,” he murmured and realized that it was true. As many pathetic stories as there were floating around about female con artists taking advantage of servicemen and cleaning out their bank accounts and homes while they deployed, it never once occurred to him that Skye was one.
“Well, good. Because I’m not,” she reiterated fiercely. “I’m here because I believe in this. And you.” She ran a hand through her hair, fingers tangling in the long, wavy ends. He had a vague memory of his own hands gripping those silky strands, angling her head so he could access her mouth more deeply with his tongue, giving himself better position to—
“Tim?”
“Yeah?” Shit. One of the most important conversations of his life and he was in the middle of his own wet daydream.
She smiled knowingly. “I could be a bitch and take that ‘yeah’ as your answer, but I won’t. So I ask again… do you want to go out with me?”
“Go out with you.” Did they step back in time and hit the seventh grade?
She laughed. “I know, not the most adult way of wording it. But it comes to the same. Do you, for the moment, want to forget we’re married and just date? If it doesn’t work out, then we’re no worse off than if we’d divorced today, except maybe you save some face and I feel like I wasn’t going against the plan of Fate. And who knows, maybe we’ll surprise ourselves.”
She wanted to stay married. And date. It was crazy. It was insane.
And yet he was struggling to bite back the urge to drag her upstairs and whisper yes in her ear… preferably while in the middle of getting her naked.
He drank the Kool-aid. Or rather, lemonade. Where’d he put his new white Nikes again?
Tim thrust the idea of her, pink-skinned and glowing and lying in his bed, out of his mind. “Are we telling people we’re married?”
She bit her lip, and he wanted to soothe the mark with his tongue. “That’s up to you, I guess. Though I think it makes more sense to tell people than not. They always say the truth comes out eventually, and all that.”
“Where are you staying?”
“I have a deal with an extended stay motel, but I thought I’d look at rentals in the area after we were done here.” She glanced at the door and said ruefully, “I’d thought Madison might want to come with me. Help me find the nicer areas and—”
“My wife isn’t staying at a motel,” he bit off, then swore at himself. The caveman routine was not attractive, nor was it going to help him get through this rationally.
She shrugged one shoulder, shifting the fabric of her shirt to drop over the other one, exposing her shoulder. He was thirteen again. That was the only excuse for why that completely innocent slip of skin had him harder than Kevlar.
“You’ll stay here.”
She raised one brow, as if to say, Do you know what you’re saying?
But he did. Being in control gave him some sense of normalcy, and he grasped onto it for dear life. “We’re going to go get your things from the motel, and you’re coming back here. With me.”
“But Madison lives here.”
“So it’s one big party, then. Don’t you girls always have sleepovers and stuff?”
She smiled. “Fine. But you don’t have to come with me. I can pack myself up.”
“How about you get started, and I’ll come by to do the
“I quit my job in Vegas.” She paused, as if waiting for him to tell her how crazy that was. But really, at this point, wasn’t crazy expected? When he said nothing, she continued. “I’m here. You can’t come to me, obviously, so I’m here with you. I figure with my experience I could look for a management position at a hotel or a restaurant. There are enough of them around, it seems. I’m earning my keep, not looking for a handout.”
“Never thought you were,” he murmured and realized that it was true. As many pathetic stories as there were floating around about female con artists taking advantage of servicemen and cleaning out their bank accounts and homes while they deployed, it never once occurred to him that Skye was one.
“Well, good. Because I’m not,” she reiterated fiercely. “I’m here because I believe in this. And you.” She ran a hand through her hair, fingers tangling in the long, wavy ends. He had a vague memory of his own hands gripping those silky strands, angling her head so he could access her mouth more deeply with his tongue, giving himself better position to—
“Tim?”
“Yeah?” Shit. One of the most important conversations of his life and he was in the middle of his own wet daydream.
She smiled knowingly. “I could be a bitch and take that ‘yeah’ as your answer, but I won’t. So I ask again… do you want to go out with me?”
“Go out with you.” Did they step back in time and hit the seventh grade?
She laughed. “I know, not the most adult way of wording it. But it comes to the same. Do you, for the moment, want to forget we’re married and just date? If it doesn’t work out, then we’re no worse off than if we’d divorced today, except maybe you save some face and I feel like I wasn’t going against the plan of Fate. And who knows, maybe we’ll surprise ourselves.”
She wanted to stay married. And date. It was crazy. It was insane.
And yet he was struggling to bite back the urge to drag her upstairs and whisper yes in her ear… preferably while in the middle of getting her naked.
He drank the Kool-aid. Or rather, lemonade. Where’d he put his new white Nikes again?
Tim thrust the idea of her, pink-skinned and glowing and lying in his bed, out of his mind. “Are we telling people we’re married?”
She bit her lip, and he wanted to soothe the mark with his tongue. “That’s up to you, I guess. Though I think it makes more sense to tell people than not. They always say the truth comes out eventually, and all that.”
“Where are you staying?”
“I have a deal with an extended stay motel, but I thought I’d look at rentals in the area after we were done here.” She glanced at the door and said ruefully, “I’d thought Madison might want to come with me. Help me find the nicer areas and—”
“My wife isn’t staying at a motel,” he bit off, then swore at himself. The caveman routine was not attractive, nor was it going to help him get through this rationally.
She shrugged one shoulder, shifting the fabric of her shirt to drop over the other one, exposing her shoulder. He was thirteen again. That was the only excuse for why that completely innocent slip of skin had him harder than Kevlar.
“You’ll stay here.”
She raised one brow, as if to say, Do you know what you’re saying?
But he did. Being in control gave him some sense of normalcy, and he grasped onto it for dear life. “We’re going to go get your things from the motel, and you’re coming back here. With me.”
“But Madison lives here.”
“So it’s one big party, then. Don’t you girls always have sleepovers and stuff?”
She smiled. “Fine. But you don’t have to come with me. I can pack myself up.”
“How about you get started, and I’ll come by to do the
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