“And you seriously want to take me? To meet your folks?” “Why not?” I barked out another laugh. “How long have you got?” “If you don’t want to do it, Luc, you can tell me.” He was never going to call me Lucien again, was he? He was going to respect my wishes like some kind of arsehole. “No, no.” I hastily flung up my hands. “I’ll do it. I just think you’re making a terrible mistake.” “That’s for me to decide.” He paused, a flush crawling over the sculpted arch of his cheekbones. “Obviously, maintaining the fiction will require a certain degree of physical contact between us. But please don’t
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