Page 167 of Just One Look
“Mm.” She was kissing his neck again, then moving up to kiss his mouth. He had a woman who loved being in charge as much as she loved being absolutelynotin charge, and all of that worked for him. “I have my dress already,” she said, “the one I told you about, that Lauren and I picked out last month, because we’re efficient. I’ll probably have to pay a rush fee to get it altered faster, but I’m …”
“Extremely well compensated,” he said. “What’syoursign, by the way? I don’t know, either. We’re getting married, and we don’t even know each other’s signs. Got to be a fail.”
“Cancer,” she said.
“And you know what it means,” he said.
“I’ll admit,” she said, “that I do, mostly because I always thought it was just exactly wrong. It’s a water sign. Loyal. Emotional. Imaginative.” She paused. “Sensitive.”
“So Nyree was right.”
“Nyree was right,” she said. “She’ll like that.”
