Page 9 of A Kiss to Remember
But that had been an aberration.
She just needed him for one thing.
“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend.”
Declan cocked his head to the side, studied her for a long moment. “Why have you changed your mind?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes,” he murmured. “I think it does.”
A flutter in her belly at his too-soft, too-damn-understanding voice. “No, it doesn’t,” she said. “Areyouchangingyourmind?”
Again, he didn’t immediately reply. “No, Remi, I’m not. I still need you.”
Dammit, he should choose his words more carefully. A greedier woman could read more into that statement.
“Well then, I accept. But I have my own counterproposal.” When he dipped his chin, indicating she continue, she inhaled a breath, held it, then exhaled, attempting to quell the riot of nerves rebelling behind her navel. “You have to agree to attend Briana’s engagement party with me in a month. Four weeks should be more than enough time to convince Tara that we’re a legitimate couple.” She stuck out her hand. “Deal?”
Declan stared at her palm as if he read all her secrets in the lines and creases. Slowly, he lifted his intense gaze to hers and, without breaking that connection, engulfed her hand in his bigger, warmer one.
Then drew her closer.
And closer.
Until his woodsy cloves-and-cinnamon scent surrounded her, warmed her. Seduced her. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Trapping the moan that nudged at her throat and ached to slip free.
The hand not holding her hand cupped her neck, his thumb swept the skin under her jaw. She shivered.
And held her breath.
Those beautiful, carnal lips brushed over her forehead.
“Deal.”
She exhaled.
These next four weeks were going to be... Killer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Declan:Hey, are you up?
Remi:It’s 9:30. I’m not 80.
Declan:Is that a yes?
Remi:*sigh* Yes.
Declan:Is it ok for me to call?
Remi:Sure.
REMISTAREDATher phone screen, heart thudding in her chest, waiting on the black to light up with his name as if she were a teen and the captain of the football team had promised to call. And when the screen lit up with his name, she had to slap her traitorous heart back down with a reality check.
Fake relationship. Get it together. This isn’t some chick flick starring Zendaya.
“Hello.”
