Just Say Yes. Mira Lyn Kelly

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СКАЧАТЬ she could think was how right it felt. “So I’m not asking you to believe in me right now. I’m asking you to believe in yourself.”

      She turned in his arms, her hands coming to rest on the planes of his chest as if it were the most natural thing in the word. “Believe in myself?”

      Connor brushed his knuckles against her temple, soft and light.

      “You married me. Don’t you want to find out why?”

CHAPTER SIX

      SHE’D AGREED.

      Connor couldn’t quite believe it himself—and yeah, yeah, it wasn’t exactly the whole nine yards...more like a conservative six and half by his estimate—but Megan was spending the day with him. Giving him a chance to convince her of what kind of sense they made.

      Which meant he was going to Gail’s wedding. Fortunately, a Vegas-style seating chart had more to do with who got to the bar first than which great-aunt was too blind to figure out she’d scored a table by the kitchen.

      Pouring another coffee for himself and a glass of juice for Megan, he listened with half an ear as she checked in with Gail. She’d barely gotten past hello before a suspicious silence, followed by some stuttering and then more silence, confirmed what he’d known from the start. Jodie and Tina had been running at the mouth, probably since Megan and he took off the night before.

      “I did stay with him... Of course I’m fine, but that’s not—Gail, you’re getting married today— Yes, he is very handsome...”

      This was the difference between men and women. When Connor texted Jeff to let him know something had come up and he’d get in touch next week, the guy had texted back a single word. Later. End of discussion. Granted, it might have gone longer if he’d mentioned the something in question was an exchange of vows, followed by a case of acute amnesia...but whatever.

      “I know it’s not like me... No, there weren’t drugs involved—Stop! Gail, today is about you. When should I come by to help?”

      Walking the juice over to the table, he set it down by her hand, running a thumb over her shoulder to make sure she saw it.

      Then, covering the small of her back with his palm, he leaned close to her free ear. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

      Her eyes were wide when she turned slowly to look at him, and pure masculine satisfaction surged through him at the obvious impact his actions had spurred.

      She wanted to be convinced.

      “Wait, what?” she asked, her attention firmly back on the call at hand. “You don’t want me—?”

      Connor looked up, curious.

      “Because of Jodie and Tina. Right... No, no, anything to make this day perfect for you.”

      She sounded uncertain but resigned. “Well, I’ll see you down at the limo, then. And, Gail—could you get my bridesmaid dress sent over here?”

      After a few more details were exchanged, Megan hung up and turned a hesitant smile his way. “Good news. We’ve got a few more hours to get to know each other.”

      “Oh, yeah?”

      “Gail doesn’t want to deal with Jodie and Tina while she’s getting ready, and she can’t have me if they aren’t there, so we’ll all meet at the limo when it’s time to go.”

      “Come on over here,” he said, patting the cushion beside him.

      Megan crossed to him, a strained smile stiff on her lips, apprehension lurking in her eyes.

      Good news his foot. She’d been banking on the break.

      Taking her hand, he pulled her down beside him, leaving space between the crook of his knee and her hip, but keeping a light hold on her fingers. “Look, let’s forget about all the reasons I’m such a stellar choice for a husband right now and relax. Talk.”

      Her eyes narrowed on his mouth and she pulled back the slightest degree. “Why do I feel like you’re about to sell me some snake oil?”

      Connor didn’t release her fingers, but tightened his hold, reeling her back in. “Because you’re mildly pessimistic. Now, knock it off. You don’t remember, but if there’s one thing we do well...it’s talk. About anything.”

      To prove his point, he picked up one of the papers delivered with breakfast and tossed it into Megan’s lap. “So let’s get this ball rolling. Check the headlines and then give me the first thing that comes to mind.”

      * * *

      “You are so cheating!” Megan accused, her laughter doing little to back up the finger she jabbed at Connor’s chest.

      The finger he then grabbed and used to tow her off the knees she been perched on. And suddenly she was tucked in the small crease between Connor’s half-sprawled form and the back of the couch. Again.

      And again, she planted her palm on the center of his chest, refusing to admit how tempting it was to simply stay there, and pushed herself up.

      Connor shook his head, all who, me? “Cheating? We’re talking.”

      She shot him a skeptical look, not buying his wide-eyed-innocent routine for one minute. That he would even try it with a mouth like his was almost too much to bear. “Sure we are. Talking about our views on education. A topic we have remarkably similar beliefs on.”

      Another wry smile twisted his lips. “So I’d like our kids to live at home, attending private school. And you agree. What’s the problem?”

      “Mmm-hmm. And before schooling, extreme-adventure sports. Funny topic to spring up out of the blue. And so coincidental you would be of the same mind regarding risks of that nature being off the table once a child enters the picture.”

      “I told you, we have a tremendous amount in common.”

      “Yeah, and you’ve worked it all into this ‘casual’ conversation over the last couple hours—”

      “Come on, now, sweetheart, I’ve worked a lot of things into this conversation.”

      “—conveniently omitting anything we disagreed on.”

      Connor’s mouth kicked up another degree, his eyes heating in the way she’d found so startling at first, but was now beginning to look for. “Have I mentioned how sexy those smarts of yours are?”

      An unbidden belly flip had her glancing away before Connor could see how his words affected her. “I bust you for trying to play me, and this is your response?”

      “Yes.” The crook of his finger found her chin, and he pulled her back to his gaze. “But that doesn’t make what we’ve talked about any less true. I’m a motivated guy, set on making sure I don’t let something important slip through my fingers. I want you to know what I know.”

      She let out an even breath, hating the way everything Connor said made sense. Clicked, as if it was СКАЧАТЬ