Page 114 of Dangerous Encore

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"This is a normal level ofconversation."

"Notforyou."

"Asshole!"

"Evenso."

I lean into his touch. "I'm justthinking…"

"About…"

I turn around so we're face-to-face.

His blue eyes fix on me. They fill with concern. "Something'swrong."

I guessitis.

I guess I'm not as okay with the Waltz family state of affairs as I wanttobe.

"Lacey…" He runs his fingers through my hair. "Don't worry. We'll figure out this wedding stufftogether."

Inod.

"The details don't matter so long as I make youmywife."

"Noneofthem?"

He drags his fingertips over my cheek. "So long as I get to stare into your eyes as I sayI do, I'mhappy."

My lips curl into a smile. "What if I want you to dress likeElvis?"

"The King? Hell yeah. He hadstyle."

"If I want you to wear a T-rexonesie?"

"Only if I can keep it onafter."

"Oh my God,Mal.No!"

"Come on, baby. We both know how much you loveJurassicPark."

"Notlikethat!"

"You don't have to pretend with me." His smile spreads out to his cheeks. His eyesbrighten.

I shakemyhead.

Henods.

"What if I want younaked?"

He pulls up the covers to show off his current threads—a thin t-shirt and a pair of boxers. "Saytheword."

"At theceremony."

"Thattoo."

"That's abluff."

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