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“I can’t believe we did that.”
I looked down at Mave. “We’ve done that before. Numerous times.”
Her head was resting on my chest, and she slapped me on the arm. “I mean get married, not have sex.”
“Oh that. I can believe it. Been wanting to do it for the past six months but you made me wait.”
A breeze floated through our bungalow, and I draped the sheet over us.
I had made Mave cash the damn check I had sent to her and book a vacation in Maui. A vacation in Maui where we got married with all of our friends surrounding us.
“I waited six months to make sure the race season was over so I wouldn’t have to drag you away from the car and the race crew.”
That was exactly what she had done even though I had told her I would go whenever she wanted. “We could have flew out that day I proposed if you wanted.”
“Right,” she drawled. “We would have spent our honeymoon with you glued to the TV watching the race or on the phone talking to Frankie. Waiting six months was more than worth it.”
Mave sighed and relaxed into me.
Her naked body was pressed against mine because I had just fucked the newly married Mave Krinston.
It. Was. Amazing.
“Have you talked to Harlyn?”
I grunted. “No. I was busy with you.”
“I mean before,” she waved her hand in the air, “this.”
“A little bit.”
Mave tipped her head back. “He’s asking her tonight.”
“I know.”
She reached up and cupped my cheek. “You know it’s what she wants. She loves him.”
She did, but it didn’t make it any easier to know my only daughter was going to get married. “He better love her more than she loves him or I’m going to break his neck.”
“You know he does.”
He did. That was the only reason I had said yes when he asked me if he could marry Harlyn. He had also agreed that if he broke her heart, I had permission to run him over with the racecar ten times. Going three hundred miles an hour.
“Can we not talk about Remy when you’re naked in bed with me?” I ran my hand down her hip. “You’re ruining the moment.”
She stretched up and pressed her lips against mine. “I wouldn’t want to do that. I’ve been waiting forty-one years for you.”
“I’ve waited fifty-one for you.” I delved my fingers into her hair and held her close.
“You always gotta do me one better, don’t you?” she whispered.
“That’s because I love you more.”
Her eyes connected with me. “I guess I’ll accept that, but just so you know, I’m going to try for the rest of my life to prove you wrong.”
“I look forward to that, Doc.”
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