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I should know.
Sliding her small hand over my abdomen and up to my chest, Rosie sighed and smiled again, tucking her head and snuggling deeper against me.
“Presley,” she whispered.
And my heart stopped.
Chapter 28
Pretty Woman
Rosie
The third day after our deep sea excursion, I was finally feeling normal again.
The medicine Presley had gotten for me was a miracle in tablet form. I’d slept like the dead the past two nights, deep, peaceful sleep with no dreams I could remember.
Today I felt ready to get back to my life—or what passed for normal life these days.
Getting out of bed, I walked—steadily thank God—into the kitchen, still wearing Presley’s oversized t-shirt.
He looked up from whatever he was chopping. “Good morning.”
His tone was friendly. And he wassmiling.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Better,” I said cautiously. “Much better. Completely normal actually.”
“Awesome. You look great.”
What was going on?
Had he suddenly gotten over his anger and decided to drop the whole bitter standoff over his truncated sex life? I should have gotten seasick sooner.
Or maybe hehadgotten a secret girlfriend and had been spending time with her while I’d been lying around like a beached whale.
Thatwould certainly explain why he was so cheery.
Pain twisted through my belly and it had zero to do with seasickness.
“I thought we’d go shopping today, if you’re up for it,” Presley suggested, making me do a double take.
“You actuallywantto go shopping?” I asked. “Are you even a man?”
He raised a brow. “I’d behappyto spend today proving my manhood to you, but as that is not in ourcontract, I’ll have to settle for shopping. I think they should see me buy you something pretty.”
They. The celebrity stalker press. Something inside me shut down, feeling shameful.
“You don’t need to spend any more money on me, Presley. You’ve done far too much already. I know we haven’t made any ‘appearances’ for the past few days, but we could just go for a walk on the beach or something.”
“We’ve already done plenty of that,” he said. “And while I enjoy it, they’re going to get bored if we don’t give them something new and ‘romantic’ to write about. We’ve got to convince them we’re a real couple. You liked that shop where you got your wedding dress, right? Saltwater Style?”
“Yes, but it’s so expensive. I don’t—”
He cut me off. “It’s perfect. If we were married for real, I’d be buying you all kinds of expensive things.”
“Our contract says ‘no gifts,’” I protested.
