Gage cleared his throat. Yeah, well thats why Elaines in a clinic now, drying out. Well see if it sticks.
Okay, so back to your idea. This will save my pride, give me a future, give you help with Pet and She grinned. What, cure cancer? How do you figure to do all that?
Gage reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the small box hed brought with him from home.
Lifting the lid on the jewelry box, he showed her the small emerald ring. Emerald to match her eyes. What a sap he was.
Zoey goggled at the ring. Leapin lizards! Gage?
So were in Vegas, right? Marry me, Zee.
Chapter 3
And her inability to quit staring at his five-oclock-shadowed jaw line and buff firemans build left her just confused. And flush-faced.
Just so were straight on this, she said, aiming a finger at her groom, who looked a little pale around the gills himself, this isnt permanent. When we both have our lives back on trackafter my baby comes and I have a job, and when Elaine takes custody of Pet againwe get a simple divorce and go our separate ways, no hard feelings, no complications. Right?
Gages jaw tightened, and his nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. Right.
She paced across the room and back, acid building in her stomach as she found the courage to lay out her number-one rule. She wet her lips and squeezed her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. And no sex. This isnt really a marriage, and well, we know how sex messed things up for us last time.
His eyes darkened, and his gaze narrowed. He said nothing, but she knew he was remembering the last time, the only time theyd slept together and the morning after.
The night of graduation filtered through her mind like an apparition, haunting her. She could still hear the cheers of her classmates as they tossed their caps, could still smell the beer and jungle juice Marty Haines served at his postgraduation party. But most vividly, she remembered looking for Gage, not seeing him at the party, but finding him later, waiting for her at her familys pool house. With a black eye.
Though shed been tipsy, shed let him vent about his father, offered him comfort and one thing had led to another. Zoey
had compounded the drunken mistake of sleeping with her best friend with her impulsive gut reaction the next morning. In a panic and without a word to Gage, shed fled Lagniappe for Europea decision that had nearly ruined their friendship.
No sex, she repeated. We cant repeat that mistake. Our friendship is more important than a night of doing the mattress tango. She pressed a hand to her swirling stomach. Agreed?
Gage held her gaze, his dark stare unnerving. He cracked his knuckles, a sure sign that he wasnt as cool and collected inside as his relaxed manner suggested. Finally, he turned a hand up in concession. Fine. No sex. But we still respect our wedding vows. No infidelity.
She jerked a nod. Naturellement.
His scowl reminded her how much he hated her speaking French, a too-raw reminder of her years away finding herself in Europe.
But to keep the divorce simple, I think we should
Gage growled and surged to his feet. Can we not plan every detail of our divorce now? Its bad enough youve talked about nothing but how this wont be a real marriage glowering, he made quotation marks in the air with his fingers since the minute you put on my engagement ring. If you dont want to marry me, just say so. Otherwise, can we try to be at least a little optimistic before we walk down the aisle?
Easy, Sparky. She stepped up to him and patted his chest. His broad, hard, well-developed chest. She let her hand linger longer than she should have, and he arched an eyebrow. Leapin lizards. I just want to make sure were on the same page before we say I do.
She savored the warmth of his skin that seeped through his shirt and felt the reassuring thump of his heart under her hand. Strong and steady, just like Gage. Reminded of all hed sacrificed to help her, Zoey cupped his cheek with her hand. His unshaven jaw scratched her hand, and she marveled again at the changes in him since high school. Who was this calendar-worthy hottie she was about to marry? Sure, shed seen him since graduation. Dozens of times. But in her mind, Gage would always be the quiet, skinny boy who didnt shave until his junior year. The lanky track-team distance runner. The geeky guy no one noticed and whose name was misspelled Gabe in the senior yearbook.
But women noticed him now. At the restaurant alone, shed counted five different women whod looked ready to jump him if hed shown even a hint of interest. Her best friend, the late bloomer, the fireman hunk. Whoda thunk it?
Thanks again for coming to my rescue. Now I dont have to go home to face my parents unwed, penniless, pregnant and deserted. She quirked a wry grin. Just penniless and pregnant.
He shrugged. As if driving fifteen hundred miles without sleeping, as if putting his life on hold so her baby would have a name, as if saving her from being homeless were nothing.
He wrapped his fingers around hers and moved them from his cheek to brush a soft kiss across her knuckles. A sensation like tiny bubbles tickled down her spine.