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“I don’t want your stuff.” He’d lost his mind.

“I was hoping you wanted me, now that you know I’m not dating you because of the pregnancy, and because I really, truly, do want to be with you, Grace. Only you.”

“Think rationally, Sam. What if we don’t even like each other? In a month you could be tired of me.”

Sam’s lips twitched into a smile. “I’ll never tire of you. You make me smile; you make me laugh; you make my heart feel full, and you’re the best plus-one wedding date I could have ever hoped for. We’ll take it as slow as you want or as fast as you want. I could pick out a ring today, or I’ll date you the way you deserve, well, minus the wine. I promise to spend the rest of my life making both of my girls happy.”

“Did she say we were having a girl, because Aunt Betty is the founder of her own crazy town? She’s got the fake ID to prove it. She could totally be lying to you. I wouldn’t put it past her to be manipulating you.”

Sam closed the distance between them and pulled Grace flush against his body. “She can’t manipulate feelings I already have, and it doesn’t matter what gender we have. I love you, Grace. I never thought I’d be the one to fall so hard, and so quickly, but I did. It happened. I’ll win you over; you’re worth the effort, even if I have to read all your books to help me convince you to be mine.”

Grace grinned. “You already have. I have one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Vegas. No wedding, no crazy family, except for a witness. Just you and me in Vegas.”

“Your jet or mine?”