“You. Went. Off. Script.” In the elevator one minute after I watched them record his interview, Max shrugs, giving me the most easygoing grin I’ve ever seen. I’m still in a state of complete and utter shock, but it’s the kind of shock that makes my bones hum and my heart sing. “What were you thinking?” I ask as thrills race through me. “I was thinking of you,” he says, like it was the simplest thing in the world that he did. “Future wife?” I ask, because I still can’t believe he said that. I also can’t wipe the smile off my face. “You will be,” he says, cupping my cheek. “I know your type. I’m
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