“Nope. Not happening. I’m not calling you my husband until you beg me for it. We’ll find another word to use as a placeholder.” Ilmari’s scarred brow lifts slightly. “A placeholder?” “Yep,” Jake replies. “‘Cause the day will come when you’ll beg me for it. Could be tomorrow, could be ten years from now. I’m patient. I’ll wait.” “Is that a threat or a bet?” Ilmari replies, smirking.
