“My dress?” A muscle ticks in his jaw, making a dimple appear in his left cheek. “Incinerated. Took care of that before we left the airport.” My mouth parts, shocked. “You burned my wedding dress?” “I didn’t appreciate you marrying me in the gown you’d intended to be on Mateo’s bedroom floor tonight.” I frown. “To be fair, I wasn’t planning on sleeping with Mateo. Ever, if I could get away with it.”
