Page 103 of Nothing to the Wedding

“Yeah, we’ll have some behind the scenes stuff.Tours for sneak peeks, event planning, contests.And some of the fun stuff at night.”

“People expect it.”

“We’ll slip in drinks or lunches and pamper sessions if and when it’s appropriate.”

“And in New York?”

“You don’t have to worry.I promised this wouldn’t get in the way of your work and it won’t.I’ll keep the customers coming, you keep the corporate wheels turning.”

“I want to support you.”

“This is you supporting me.You can be around, sporadically, briefly, where appropriate, but you don’t have to take on any of the responsibility… Unless they need to catch me making out with anyone.In which case, I’ll call Tibbs.”

“Wonder how he’ll put that in the diary.More future planning?”

“That’s the great thing about being married.”Lying down on him again, she stretched her arms as her hands slid up over his shoulders.“You can tell people you have plans with your fabulous wife.”

“She is fabulous.What else can I use that for?”

“Whatever you want.Now I’m the ball and chain, just roll your eyes and they’ll figure I’m nagging you.”

“You’re forgetting you’re beautiful, smart, sassy, sexy.”His words rumbled in her hair.“I say I’ve got plans with my wife, and it doesn’t involve laying you down somewhere imminently, I’ll have to return my guy card.”What a sweetie.“You love that we’re not jealous?I love that every other fucker on the planet is.There’s not a guy you couldn’t have, Roxanna.”

“I could probably have some women too.”

“No probably about it.Shame I don’t share.”

She hummed against him.“Someone is looking for a treat…” Kissing his throat, his chest, she went higher to his jaw while her arm outstretched to snag his cellphone from the nightstand.“Let’s order from that seafood place we love.”

“After,” he growled, trying to take the phone.

Sitting up, she laughed.“We order now, and it’ll be here just when we’re done.”

“There is no done with you.”

That was a fair point.They had the ability and means to hole themselves up forever.Neither of them had to work another day in their life and they’d still die in luxury.As would their staff and their children, and their children’s children.Unless something or someone intervened, they may never leave.

“You’ll have to charge the phone for a bit before it will come on.”Something she had vast experience with.“Trust an expert.”

“It’s not dead,” he said, taking it from her to press the power button.“It’s just off.”

She feigned ignorance.“Huh, I didn’t know they did that.”

“Stick with me, kid.”

The screen merged into his focus.Giving him space, a little, she switched back to her own side of the bed.Geez, he was sexy, even watching him read turned her on.Those eyes, so intent, she ran her fingers into his hair.In her peripheral vision, the color of the screen changed and the device went crazy.Beeping, flashing, pinging.Combing her fingers through his locks again, she wriggled closer to rest her mouth on his arm.

“You could always take your best girl out for dinner.”

“Like a date?”he asked, his thumb moving across the screen, brow absorbed.“I’m a married man.”

She pressed her lips deeper into his flesh.“But, Mister, you promised to make me a big star.”

Despite the expression of innocence and the Marilyn voice, her laugh bubbled out when his head rolled and he crooked an eyebrow at her.

“Baby, you’re already a star in my eyes.”

She sat up.“Was this my audition?”