Page 179 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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"What?" I frown. "You're acting all mysterious and I hate it."
My pulse rate ratchets up.
"Give me a second—"
"What? Why?—"
He drops to his knees.
"No." I step back, hit the door again. I angle my shoulders, and his forehead smooths.
The breath rushes out of him.
"Summer Cora West, will you be mine?" He holds up his palm. The sunlight slants over his head and golden flames explode from the single perfect yellow sapphire set in the center of beaten gold.
I swallow, lift my gaze to his face, "Why?"
His eyebrows lower. "Why?"
I flatten my lips. "Why should I marry you... a second time?"
He glares up at me.
"You really want to do this now?"
"Now." I tip up my chin. "Convince me, Sinclair Sterling, what's in it for me?"
