The Honeymoon That Wasn't

“Where are we?”

He cleared his throat. “You don’t remember anything.”

“Well, yes, of course I do.” Her gaze slid down to his exposed chest, lingered for a long satisfying moment.

“What exactly do you remember?”

“The wedding.”

“I hope so.” He chuckled. “And?”

She put two fingers to her temple. “Wow, do I have a headache.”

“Yeah, a vat of wine will do that.”

She gave him a glare that was immensely reassuring. Yup, she was definitely coming around.

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