Page 47 of Keeping What He Wants

“I’ve got some in my purse.” Ella went to the sofa and grabbed her purse. After finding her bag of OTC medicine, she grabbed the pills and dumped some into her hand.

“I should have known you would have had something. You have everything in that bag.”

“Not everything.”

He went to the fridge and grabbed a complimentary bottle of water the lodge had stored there and twisted the cap. He took the pills and handed the water to her for her to do the same.

“This is my first hangover.”

He glanced over at her. “You’re serious?”

She nodded.

“Shower then breakfast?” he asked.

“Bed sounds better.”

“No. You’re on vacation not at home. Shower, breakfast, and then shopping? They’ve got a fudge factory in town.”

She gave him a small smile. “Shower, breakfast, and then dessert.”

*****

Ella was in a cuddly mood as they walked into the restaurant. She had her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. He ordered for them and spent his time thoroughly enjoying her kisses. Patrons in the restaurant thought they were newlyweds, and he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea. He’d been thinking about it more and more as the days went by.

“What are your wedding plans?” Ryker asked her. “And don’t tell me you don’t know. Every woman plans her wedding when boys aren’t gross anymore.”

“Boys are always gross.” She sipped her drink. “I want a beach wedding. Small. Only our family and closest friends. I think maybe in May or September. I don’t want to be sweating my makeup off while saying my vows.”

“Are you going to make me wear a ring?”

She smiled. “No. I just figured you’d get one tattooed or something. That’s more your style.”

He nodded. It was. He looked at his finger. Having her name or initial across the blank space didn’t sound like a bad idea. He planned to get a tattoo related to her at some point anyway. “And you? Can you wear rings at the hospital?”

“I don’t generally wear any jewelry. I can wear a band or something smooth. A diamond ring may make changing gloves as often as I do horrible. Not to mention washing my hands every few minutes or using hand sanitizer.”

He nodded. He half-figured she’d just said that to keep him from spending money, but he was still going to get her something without her permission. He didn’t know what, but he’d find something perfect for her.

“So are we engaged?” Ella asked casually.

“No.” He sat back in his seat. “Not yet.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“There’s still stuff I have to work out.”

“With the club?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t want to talk about that with her though.

“Did you ever figure out that problem you had the other night?”

Taking a deep breath, he glanced over at her. “We’re not talking about that. I shouldn’t have told you anything, and I don’t want you to bring it up again.”

“Can I give my opinion first?” When he didn’t say anything, she continued. “I think it’s Razor.”

“It’s not my father.”

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