“Am I allowed to touch you?” “Of course,” she said. “Like you’re my wife?” I held my gaze on her hands because I wasn’t prepared to see the reaction on her face. I was even less prepared to hear her say, “I think you mean fiancée. You’re getting ahead of yourself.” I realized then that Emme was going to make me work. Even if this deal of ours was all about getting back at her ex and winning over the Wallaces, I still had to put in the work and fucking earn her. And I would. I wanted to.
