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It was my turn to snort now. “Silly knight, if that was truly the case would we be married now? People generally look past these things in their quest for true happiness.” I bent my head, searching throughmy bag for my keys. Gotcha. When I raised my head in his direction, Matt’s gaze scoured my features intently.

“Your optimistic outlook on life sometimes makes me feel like a jaded old man.” he said with the barest hint of regret.

“That’s because you are old and jaded, beautiful but completely old and jaded.” I quipped, knowing what his response would be. Sure enough he narrowed those striking grey orbs of his and let out a grunt before yanking me into his arms.

“And you’re begging for trouble,” Matt murmured as he pressed a kiss across my temple. “Drive safe and call me when you get back to work.”

The locking mechanism of the Cayenne beeped as I pressed the key fob. Matt opened the driver’s door, the perfect gentleman, and slanted his mouth over mine one last time before I got in my ride. The window wound down and I stuck my head out, lips pouting. Hey, one more kiss never hurt anyone.

“Buckle. Up.” he reminded me sternly then thoroughly sexed my lips with his own before pulling away.

His large hand rested on the door and the glint of his wedding band elicited a bubbly feeling deep within my soul. He was mine.

“How busy are things at your studio?” Matt’s queried as I tugged the seatbelt across my body and fastened it.

“Non-stop at the moment. I’ve got to sort out the exams for my students, hell, I still need to have a discussion with their instructors to decide which students are ready for their vocational exams. I’m freaked about our upcoming debut at the Opera House,andwe still need to begin figuring out the choreography for this year’s major production.” I rubbed my forehead with a grimace. “Plus the camera crew are on my back, I’m supposed to have a one-on-one chat about stuff but I’ve been putting it off.”

Matt sighed in mutual support then said, “I’m due to travel to Egypt in a few days and was hoping perhaps you could accompany me. I dislike leaving you, poppet.”

It was a lovely idea, and he looked so earnest and cute but, “Wouldn’t you be busy when you’re there anyway, hon?”

“I’d make time to play tourist with you,” he countered with a sweet grin.

I turned the key in the ignition, enjoying the purr from the engine. Not as electrifying as Matt’s Bugatti, but still enjoyable. “Things aretoo manic for me to jet off to Egypt with you, and as much as I’d enjoy seeing the Pyramids, things are still a bit iffy over there. I don’t want to get shot.”

Matt simply shook his head at me.

I chewed my lips, thinking about it. “Matt,”

“Mmm?” He seemed reluctant to step away from the idling vehicle. I didn’t want to leave either.

“When I die, I don’t want you to cremate me, ok? I want a gravestone with maybe an angel, or perhaps a ballerina with wings, yeah. I want that.”

Matt blinked once. “You are the craziest person I know. Why are you talking about this?”

I blew him a kiss and put the Cayenne in gear. “Crazy, huh? Well, you married me. What does that say about you?”

“It proves crazy is an infectious disease which you’ve obviously passed on to me.” he stated dryly. “And for the record, I’ll probably die before you. I am a decade older as you so like to remind me.”

Oh. I wasn’t happy thinking about my knight dying, not now, not ever.

“Let’s make a deal to go together,” My bright idea was met with a sardonic twist of his sensuous lips.

“As I said,” he muttered before leaning through the open window to give me a final peck. “Crazy.” Then he got serious. “Listen, while I’m away, Bella will probably invite you along to a few social functions. Be nice and accompany her.”

I scrunched my face up. Attend posh parties without him at my side? Was he on crack? Matt noted the reluctance on my expression. “You have certain responsibilities, poppet. Do it for me.”

“Fine. I’ll go, but I’m not happy about it; and I’m definitely not happy about this last minute trip of yours. You’re always travelling.”

My mouth curled down in a pout and Matt chuckled before humorously mimicking me. His pout was much sexier.

He gave me his trademark wink and said, “Love you,”

“Huh, sure you do. Bye.” I called after a deliberate eye roll as he finally moved away from the car.

He watched while I reversed then shook his head as I revved the engine. With a final wave I screeched out the parking area, noting Matt’s disapproving wince at my driving skills in the rear view mirror. Yeah, he accepted my brand of crazy, probably had aperverse love of it too. Now I needed to figure out how to avoid Bella when my husband went on this upcoming business trip. Socialize without him there? Matt was the crazy one, not me.

CHAPTER 16

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