Page 32 of Her Fake Island Wedding

Lucy’s smile was shy, but blinding. “Me neither. But you’re okay with not talking it over until after the weddi… until after Mum’s gone home?”

“Perfectly fine with it. No pressure even then, angel. We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

Lucy had to bite on her lips to just keep from blurting out ‘I love you. How’s that for talk?’

Instead, she sighed and pushed herself up off the couch. “We better get back in there before Terry and Jerome decide they’ve had enough and strangle her.”

“If she changes one more thing about the plans, I might just help them,” Bryce muttered, but he stood up too and took her hand.

“Once more into the breach, huh?”

“As many more times as you need me to, angel.”

She almost said it then. Instead, she tightened her fingers around his, thinking that some way, some how, once Justine was gone, she was going to do everything she possibly could to build a real relationship with Bryce. The five years age difference between them seemed utterly irrelevant now. He clearly couldn’t care less about it, so why should she? If the difference was reversed, nobody would even think twice about it.

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