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No.

We’ll be home in a few hours. Then…

Patience isn’t my strong suit, but I’m trying. For her. Case in point, I’ve been keeping my mouth shut about her surprise.

It’s been a challenge. Amara’s been mentioning the shop every single day now. Asked us why we think her parents took down the shop’s listing. If she can move her flowers and plants to our penthouse.

And I. Keep. My. Mouth. Shut.

Well, not really. I open it to suck on her clit until she forgets her questions.

Semantics.

Doesn’t matter. I do what’s needed of me. Waiting for the special night we have planned for her for the big reveal. The night we present her with the deed of ownership with her name stamped on it.

Once this wedding is behind us.

Jesus, she’s adorable, kissing the flowers she placed near the altar.

“Remind me again why I wasn’t allowed to invite her?” Luna materializes next to me.

The further away she is from this place, the safer she’ll be.

I can’t tell Luna that, no matter how much I trust her. Same reason I need the goddamn stars in my eyes gone.

And my erection. That’s a tell if I ever saw one.

Dead people. Vomit. Torn limbs.

Shit. Now, I’m leaking precum.

Butterflies. Heart-shaped balloons. Stuffed animals.

Flaccid as fuck. Good dick.

“Flower girl is nice.” I twist to Luna, smoothing the sleeves of my jacket. “Too nice for this place.”

“Which makes me?” She crosses her arms over her chest.

Best defense is offense.

And Luna in jeans and a gray T-shirt without a drop of makeup on her face are my ammo.

“Late.”

“For?”

I level her with a Seriously? look. “I don’t know much about weddings, but this isn’t very bridal.”

“Right after I do this last once-over. I have to make sure everything’s in place.”

“I’m here for that,” I retort. “Since your stubborn ass refused to hire a wedding planner, I’m it. Go up to your suite.”

Stop asking about Amara while you’re at it.

“I’m stubborn because I want to oversee my wedding. So here I am, overseeing it.” Other brides—the ones I’ve seen in the movies—are all smiles. Luna doesn’t let up on her frown. “Also, now I’m sure you’re hiding something. Answer my question, Carter. Chop, chop.”

“You’re nice, Luna. You are. Flower girl, she’s…” I let my gaze trail to Amara. “Pure. You can tell from just looking at her that she’s too good for this place. No offense.”

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