I coughed. “We aren’t getting married…” “Yet,” Lincoln added. “I’ll wear her down eventually, though.” “Oh my god,” I said, turning to slap his arm. “You can’t just say that shit.” “Why not?” he asked. “It’s the truth. I can’t wait to be Mr. Hayes.” My cheeks flushed. This was absolutely not the time to have this conversation. “Mr. Hayes?” Lincoln shrugged. “I have no connection to Carter, but you do with Hayes. Figured you might want to keep it.” I didn’t know why the thought of Lincoln taking my surname got me all emotional, but it did. I’d always assumed I’d hyphenate, seeing as most guys I
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