Page 66 of True Anchor


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"You're laughing at me." I pushed on his chest, which did nothing, but gave me a chance to touch him.

"I'm not. I'm truly in awe. You were very brave tonight." His eyes softened, and my belly flipped. He was dangerous when he looked at me like that.

"You said you were obsessed with, uh, astronomy."

He reached out and wrapped his warm hands around my neck, his thumbs by my ears, his fingers digging into my hair. "True."

"You don't deny it?" I whispered as he held me captive with his hands.

"No."

"Hmm."

He leaned in and kissed me slowly, gently, adoringly, his thumbs tilting my chin up. Butterflies took flight in my tummy, and my whole body heated.

With his lips against mine, he said, "I like pretending to be your husband. Makes me think things I never thought of."

"Like what?"

He released my face and turned forward to stare out at the view. Shoot. I shouldn't have asked the question. I didn't want him to stop kissing me.

"Doesn't matter. I'm never getting married."

His sudden change in mood had me reeling. "You're not? How do you know?"

"Marriage is a farce where you promise to make a temporary feeling last forever."

"You really think that?"

"I don't feel any emotion except horny, and I can't promise anyone I'll feel that way in five hours, much less five years."

"You don't feel any emotion?"

He shook his head. "No. I don't feel nothin'."

"I don't believe you."

He grunted.

"I know you feel loyalty. To your team, to your brothers. What about your sister and her kids?"

"Loyalty is not a feeling."

What was with him? Why was he being so stubborn? "I've seen a lot of emotion from you, Mag. I feel it pouring off of you so strong sometimes it blinds me. When I first met you, you were defensive, protecting your brother. I could tell you fiercely loved him. On the wedding day, you saw me crying in the rain and you felt like you needed to do something so you stepped in. That was compassion and empathy, if not for me, for your brother."

He turned his head and looked out the side window to avoid my glare. I didn't care if he didn't like talking about his emotions. To me, it was important.

"You hate birds and Lord of the Rings. That's an emotion."

"True."

"And will you always hate those things?"

"Probably."

"So if you can hate something forever, you can love something forever. Like your family and your team. You love them forever."

"That's one way to look at it."

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