“My soon-to-be wife.” He flexes his fingers. “You need to plan the wedding. I’m not waiting long to marry you.” Setting the icepack down, I gently place his hand on his lap, careful not to jar it. “How long do I have?” A playful grin tugs at his lips. “A month too soon?” My eyebrows fly up. “Are you serious?” “Woman, I’d drag you to a court on Monday if I had my way.” “Okay then.” Reaching for my phone on the table, I pull up a calendar. “November… twelve?” Liam checks the calendar, then nods. “Works for me.” “What kind of wedding?” I ask, setting the device down and getting comfortable. He
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