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“Ach, you would be an amazing mother. If that’s what you want … you would be amazing at it. I believe all your mother wants is for you to be happy.”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lose your accent. I need your logic to come out whimsical,” I slur.

He laughs at me and grabs a pillow from the sofa to throw at me. “Yer langered. It’s time for bed. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“Nope. I’m not ready for bed.” I throw my arms over my head as I lie on my back on the floor and sigh. “Come on, Ronan. Can’t you see this is destiny? What are the chances with all the hotels here on this strip that you would be in mine, and I would run right into you?”

“What are ya saying, love? I think yer having half this conversation with yerself. Care to let me in on the rest?”

He’s right, my drunken mind has been rambling without including him in the conversation. I mean, why not take advantage of being here in Vegas? Mom and I are booked to be here for another four days.

If I got married here, that’s one less thing Mom would have to worry about. She can focus on her health and not on me and my love life. I might not be able to do anything about the baby situation, but I can give her a son-in-law.

“Besides, you said you love me, and I know I love you. The sex is amazing. Maybe we should get married, you know?”

Instead of answering my question, I end up with a drunken Ronan on top of me, devouring my lips. He pins my wrists above my head and settles between my legs. We’re all lips, tongue, and teeth as we trade passion for passion.

“Say it again,” he breathes when he breaks the kiss and presses his nose to mine.

“Say what?”

“Say ya love me.”

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” I reply and blink up at him.

“Yes, ya did. Say it again.”

“Um, I have an idea. Let’s make a bet. If you can get me to say it again tonight and in the morning, then we get married. But only if you can get me to say it.”

“Aye, I do believe yer drunk. Ya know yer the loser in these odds. I get what I want either way.”

I pout. “You don’t want to be my husband?”

“Aye, love. I want to be yer husband in the worst way, but we’ll see how ya feel in the morning.”

“A bet is a bet. If you win. I’m yours. We’ll get married. You have my word.”

“Then I’ll be calling me ma to get on a plane to be here by tomorrow.”

I laugh. “I haven’t said it yet.”

“Oh, love, but ya will. I promise ya will.”

CHAPTER31

IWon, Love

Dean

I waketo the feel of my neck being nuzzled and something poking me in my butt. My head is pounding. I groan and wiggle my butt against the hardness stabbing at me.

“Good morning, gorgeous. I love ya,” Ronan whispers in my ear.

I turn my head and smile sleepily. He rubs his nose against mine. I reach to cup his face.