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"I believe in God, yes, just don't believe in churches." She licked her spoon clean.

"And it's our wedding. Which means I get to decide where. I would have thought you would be happy with the arrangement of having the ceremony here. It means you don't have to go to the trouble of traveling a distance. Aren't you supposed to be taking it easy?"

He simply glared at her. Instead of backing down, she returned his stare.

He was the one who looked away first.

"It's your wedding."

"That's right," she agreed. "And I'm not wearing a white gown."

"Could that be because you're not as pure as the driven snow?" he asked spitefully.

"I'm not, but neither is the groom. Pops, nothing you say to me will ever be able to shock or offend."

"Is that right?" he glowered at her, before looking at Craig. "She has a mouth on her."

"One that never ceases to boggle the mind," Craig said dryly.

When they adjourned to the living room, Cecil suggested she leave them alone for a few minutes.

"I want to talk to my grandson in private."

Instead of doing that, Regina crossed to the other side of the room and settled herself onto a comfortable ruby-red sofa and crossed her legs. The movement caused her skirt to shift, revealing the thigh-high slit Craig was noticing for the first time.

His blood pressure skyrocketed as he stared at the long, toned legs.

"Whatever you have to say to him can be said to me." She waved a hand at Craig.

"Darling, pour me a drink, will you?"

With a shake of his head, he went to the cabinet and settled for scotch, bringing it back to her. Instead of sitting elsewhere, he sat on the arm of the sofa, his body brushing hers.

He felt the tremors running through her body and was pleased that he could do that to her.

Regina tried shifting away subtly, but he merely placed a hand at the back of the sofa, his fingers toying with a coil of her hair.

Telling herself it was acute annoyance she was feeling, she aimed her practiced smile at the old man who was watching them closely.

"You were saying?" she asked sweetly.

"You will be required to sign a prenuptial agreement."

"Just hand me the pen and I'll sign on the dotted line," she responded smoothly.

Cecil frowned at her response, his eyes darting from her to his grandson. He was starting to like her.

She was certainly not a pushover and, if his eyes were not fooling him, they were into each other.

"Where did you two meet?"

Regina felt when Craig's fingers stiffened against her neck.

"I thought Craig already told you that much."

"No, he didn't." Cecil looked at his grandson.

"I'd hate to think he just plucked you out of a hat and brought you here."