Page 50 of Chance of Romance
She slapped the island counter. “Absolutely. I’d love to sendhima wedding invitation. You know he sent me one? That’s what spurred me to write my goodbye commitment-phobe article.”
“So vengeful,” he teased.
“A revenge wedding,” she said, a new idea taking hold. “Let’s get fake married.”
He tilted his head. “Come again?”
She blustered on, her enthusiasm building. This was just like what her friends had suggested with the fake fiancé and would surely bring her close enough to Logan to make a move. After all, a fake wedding should have a fake honeymoon. “If we get fake married, it’ll fix my rep as a flaky,lonelyrelationship counselor and be a big FU to our exes. There’s so much gossip speculating about our relationship already. Wouldn’t that be so fucking—”Oops!The fucking had slipped out. She was getting ahead of herself. First kissing, then fucking. She stared at his mouth; his lips looked so damn kissable. His neatly trimmed light brown beard was driving her crazy, imagining what it would feel like against her fingers, her lips, her bare body. A hot shiver ran through her at the thought.
He was quiet. Maybe he was confused since she’d never quite finished her sentence before. Her gaze dropped to the open top of his dress shirt revealing a hint of manly chest. “I meant, faking great,” she said. “It could be great to fake. And fun!”
She finally met his eyes, intent on hers, and licked her lips. “Reallyfun.”
He turned her swivel stool to face him, his eyes suddenly hot on hers. Her stomach dipped, heat rushing through her. His voice was low and deep. “You realize a fake revenge wedding comes with strings attached.”
She stared at his mouth. “Yes,” she breathed. “A fake honeymoon.”
His lips curved into a slow sexy smile.
She stopped breathing.
His hand slid under her hair, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in. His words ran hot over her lips. “Sabrina, are you propositioning me?”
