Page 81 of Relentless
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She drew back. “Really? You really want me to remember the day we decided to get married as the day you turned me down?”
He barked out a laugh. “As if I’d ever turn you down. But I am asking you to wait. At least for a few minutes.”
“We’re more than a few minutes from home,” she pointed out. They weren’t far, but it was closer to twenty-five minutes than afewminutes.
“We’re not going home,” he said.
She arched a brow. “We’re not?”
He shook his head. “No, we’re not. At least not yet.”
“Might I ask why?”
He smiled. “Because I have a mystery lake to show you.”
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