Page 12 of Doing It for Love

Oh hell no. “You’re lucky I stayed excited aboutyou.” I poke him in the chest, and he rubs the spot out with a laugh.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Bull. He still thinks I’m going to flake out. He’s dead wrong. If anything, he just sealed it airtight. Even if he wasn’t going to go along with it, I’ve just shut my business down for…well, business.

“All right. Hands off until January.” I smile big and determined. But a flash of confusion runs across his face.

“January…”

“That’s five months, Landon.”

“But January is Sundance.”

Balls. Sundance is Landon’s annual movie nerd orgy. He hasn’t missed one since he was seventeen. Normally I’d be okay with it, and I’d suggest going with him, but the thought of all that snow has me shivering already.

“Can you skip one year?” I ask, knowing the answer before he even opens his mouth.

“It’s Sundance, Lizzie.”

“But it’s our wedding now, too.”

He pats his hat against his leg. “Does it absolutelyneedto be?”

His eyes swivel back and forth between mine, studying and begging and pulling all that manipulative puppy dog shit, but I just give him the same look back. I face the computer toward him.

“It’s the only open date at the Boathouse for at least another year.”

“And you don’t want to wait till then.”

“Doyouwant to wait a year with no sex?”

He smiles, but then stops with the look I give him.

“So…it has to be January?”

“It was our meet-cute.”

A small laugh flits from his mouth. “What the hell is a meet-cute?”

“Well, in this case it was you dumping me on my ass and me wiping the bowling alley floor with you after.” I grab his hand and squeeze twice. He squeezes back once. “Our meet-cute.”

“That’s why you want it in January…”

I nod, smiling as I see his wall cracking.

“So,” he says, “honeymoon at Sundance?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Utah? Who the hell honeymoons in Utah?”

“Skiers,” he offers. “And wives who really love and support their wannabe director husbands.”

“Nice try.” I pick up his cap and set it on my head. “I want somewhere tropical. A beach and sand and water. You in those red and black board shorts.” I sigh, and he laughs at me. “Somewherewarm…please?”

“We can watch a movie about the beach…”

I growl, tossing my head back. “Landon!”

“Lizzie!” he mimics.

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