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Page 90 of The Hero She Loves

She was pure party girl in a backless, short, scarlet, sexy as hell, form-fitting dress. Her hair was left long and loose and the urge to run his hands through it was going to destroy him.

‘I’m not the only game-player here.’ Her gaze swept down his sleek tuxedo.

‘You suit red,’ he muttered.

‘My father said I should never wear it.’

‘Is that why you wore little else for a while?’ He moved closer as her eyes flashed. ‘In all those pictures in those clubs,’ he said, explaining how he’d seen them. ‘You don’t like being told what you can and cannot do.’

‘Maybe I got a little sick of it,’ she said quietly.

‘If he dictated what you were allowed to wear then I don’t blame you for rebelling.’

She turned her head slightly away from him.

‘It was more than what you could wear, huh?’ Her father really was the controlling type.

She nodded and glanced back. ‘I think I’ll be overly reactive now when people try to issue instructions.’

‘No, you?’ He’d chuckle if he weren’t so strung out. ‘So, are you wearing red for our wedding?’

Her lashes fluttered, suddenly coy. ‘I thought we were keeping such details secret.’

Anticipation pulled every muscle tight. But she backed away, held up her phone and snapped a selfie with the view of the ocean in the background.

‘You’re updating your social media profile?’ he mocked.

‘Sending a proof-of-life picture to my friends,’ she replied primly. ‘I go silent for more than twenty-four hours and there’ll be an international incident.’

‘They’ll launch a divorced wives rescue mission?’

‘Exactly.’

‘You don’t want me in the picture?’ He prowled closer.

‘And give up our element of surprise?’ She shook her head. ‘Noway.’

Right. He stilled—he was the one surprised. He’d got so caught up in baiting her he’d forgotten the reasonwhythey were getting married at all.

Elodie wasn’t hungry enough to do the divine dinner justice. She didn’t need the fuel—she was running on something else—something she couldn’t quite handle.

‘I have something for you.’ He put a small square box on the table once the waiting staff had removed their plates.

She wasn’t just out of her depth and struggling to stay afloat. She was sunk in concrete.

‘Aren’t you going to open it?’

‘Not if it’s what I think it is.’

‘We’re getting married, Elodie. You do need the trimmings.’

‘Trimmings?Am I some celebratory dinner to be served up on a table?’

His grin was wolfish and she snatched up the box in annoyance at her own ability to make appallingdouble-entendres.

‘Don’t panic,’ he said a few moments later as she stared at the ring in stunned silence. ‘It’s artificially grown in a lab. Machine-made. Not worth anywhere as much as you’re thinking.’

‘So it’s as fake as this marriage is going to be?’ She tried to match his droll tone. ‘All that glitters is most definitely not gold.’


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