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Sneak Peek...
She ran her fingers through her hair, mussing it and giving it an I just got out of bed tousled vibe. It was sexy as hell and I had to shift in my seat, almost missing her reply.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?” I felt one of my eyebrows climb up my forehead despite the fact that I knew she hated when I did it. It wasn’t like I did it on purpose, and we both knew she was just jelly because she couldn’t do it.
“Quit it.” She gave me the stink eye. “I said yes, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but it was the way you said it—kind of like I’d say yes to English peas.”
I watched her bite her lips to hide a smile. “You hate English peas. I don’t hate the idea of going to dinner with you.”
“Then what is it?”
“I hate the situation you’re in. I hate that you’re trapped into pretending to be engaged to me to keep the gold diggers off your case—and I really hate that we have to lie to your family and get married just so you can get what was left to you and not be forced to drop out of school.”
“Do you want to call it off? We can…just say the words.”
She dropped her head back against the headrest. “No, I don’t want to call it off. It’s only until after you turn twenty-five and get control of the trust fund. After that, we’ll figure something out. Maybe we’ll have a lover’s quarrel or something. I’ll throw the rings at you, demand a divorce, and leave, slamming the door dramatically behind me and roaring off—”
“On your moped? I don’t think mopeds roar. Neeeeee—” I attempted to imitate the high-pitched whine of the little scooters and pretended to hold an imaginary set of handlebars, hoping to make her giggle, while simultaneously trying to ignore the sharp pang in the region of my heart at the thought of her removing the ring and ending our upcoming fake marriage.
“Ass,” she giggled. “Where do you want to go? You want to see and be seen…let’s see—