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“We’re both getting married.”

His expression softened.

“You want to choose mine?”

“Yes.”

“Then choose it.”

“Nothing dramatic.”

“You say that while wearing blue enamel.”

“Subtle blue.”

“Of course.”

I moved closer until our thighs touched.

“I don’t want to wait years.”

“We won’t.”

“I need enough time not to turn planning into a neurological event.”

“We have time.”

“But not forever.”

“No.”

His hand covered mine, ring beneath his palm.

“One season at a time,” he said.

“Winter?”

“Engaged.”

“Spring?”

“Planning.”

“Summer?”

“Maybe married.”

My heart jumped.

“Maybe.”

“Enough.”

Marlowe rose from the rug and pushed his head between our knees.

Reid laughed and scratched behind his ears.

“You approve?”