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“Abbi, if it were up to me, we’d be driving to the courthouse from the tarmac as soon as we land, and I’d be fucking my wife by nightfall.”
“You mean that dilapidated wagon he uses to get around?”
“Oh, I’ll definitely eat it,” he teases, with a wicked glint in his eye that tells me he’s not talking about wedding cake.
“You have commanded my attention without pause since that interview video. I lied and manipulated to get you to Alaska as my assistant, I risked my entire future because I couldn’t stay away from you, I came back even after you shattered my heart.”
“You own me, Abbi. Everything that I have and am is yours, and that will never change. That, I can promise you.”
“And probably our last. I’m sorry, but that woman has pulled so many one-eighties, I would expect to wake up with her standing over me with a claw hammer.”
“Margo knows because she’s in charge of packing for me.” Which means my daytime attire will be respectable enough, while my nights will likely be filled with public indecency and sex toys. “But she won’t tell me either.”
“Not that.” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, his voice turning husky. “I can’t wait to call you my wife. Saturday can’t come soon enough.”
Considering how many times we’ve had sex on this trip, I don’t see how I won’t return to New York pregnant, reproductive organs willing.
