Page 86 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

He snorted with a grin and his gaze returned to the bar.

“That’s a yes,” I teased. “Have you already booked your venue?”

His grin widened and he shot me a glance. “Hotels are too impersonal.”

I hummed, watching him. So he had planned it. Marriage nauseated me, so why did I find this so freaking adorable?

“Gray, black, or navy suit?” I asked.

His eyes stayed on the hockey game. “Navy.”

I tapped my finger on my lip, studying him. He would look so hot in a navy suit. “Huge party or small and intimate?”

“Huge party.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Really? You hate parties.”

His expression softened and he glanced at me with a small shrug. “I want everyone I know to be there.” The sides of his mouth turned up.

Adorable. So freaking adorable.

Something on the wall by the TV caught my eye and a noise strangled out of my throat as I pointed at it. “How did that get up there?”

She had mounted the dildo on the wall beside the TV, hanging for everyone to see.

Holden took a sip of beer. “Olivia put it up there when you went to the washroom.”

Olivia returned to the bar with a tray of empties and a big grin. “Leave the alien dong up there or you’re fired.”

“If you fire me,” I told her, “I’m taking my dildo with me.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “So itisyours.”

I rolled my eyes. “I hate this place.”

“No, you don’t.” She narrowed her eyes at me as she loaded glasses into the dishwasher.

I sighed and smiled at Holden. “No, I don’t.”

When I returned to Toronto, I’d miss this place.

32

Sadie

Before Holden arrived Saturday morning,I headed out on another walk through the forest with a shovel under one arm and the giant alien dick under the other.

I was getting rid of this thingtoday. It had to be cursed, the way it kept returning to me. Both of those times were my fault, I’d admit, but with my luck, the garbage collector would probably fish it out and leave it at my door if I tossed it in the bin again.

A couple hundred meters along the trail, I found a good spot to bury it. My shovel hit the dirt and I began to dig. Sweat rolled down my forehead as I worked, and I stopped to yank my sweat over my head. Once I had dug a small hole, I threw the dildo in, gave it both middle fingers, and packed dirt over top.

“There,” I huffed, wiping my hands off on my jeans.

“Hi,” Holden said behind me and I jumped.

“Jesus.” My hand came to my chest. “What are you doing out here?”

He raised his eyebrows with a bemused look. “I had the same question.”

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