Before she argued, I pressed forwar

Before she argued, I pressed forward with Gideon’s solution. “We can go as crazy as you want with the reception, but I want our wedding to be private.”
“Eva, people will be insulted if they’re invited to the reception and not the ceremony!”
“I really don’t care. I’m not getting married for them. I’m getting married because I’m in love with the man of my dreams and we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. I don’t want the focus to ever shift from that.”
“Honey …” She sighed, as if I were clueless. “We can talk more about this on Saturday.”
“Okay. But I’m not changing my mind.” I felt a tingle race down my back and turned.
Gideon stood just beyond the threshold to the kitchen, watching me. He’d pulled on the sweatpants from the night before and his hair was still mussed from sleep, his eyes heavy-lidded.
“I’ve got to go,” I told my mom. “I’ll see you this weekend. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Eva. That’s why I only want the best for you.”
I killed the call and set my phone down on the island. Sliding off the seat, I faced him. “Good morning.”
“You’re not at work,” he said, his voice raspier, sexier, than usual.
“Neither are you.”
“Are you going in late?”
“Nope. And you’re not, either.” I went to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He was still warm from the bed. My sleepy, sensual dream come true. “We’re going to hole up today, ace. Just you and me hanging out in our pajamas and relaxing.”
His arm cinched around my hips, his other hand lifting to brush the hair back from my face. “You’re not mad.”
“Why would I be?” Lifting onto my tiptoes, I kissed his jaw. “Are you mad at me?”
“No.” He cupped my nape, pressing my cheek to his. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’ll always be here. Until death do us part.”
“You’re planning the wedding.”
“You heard that, huh? If you’ve got requests, tell me now or forever hold your peace.”
He was quiet for a long time, long enough that I figured he didn’t have anything to add.
Turning my head, I caught his lips and gave him a quick, sweet kiss. “Did you see what I left you by the bed?”
“Yes, thank you.” A ghost of a smile touched his mouth.
He looked like a man who’d been well fucked, which filled me with feminine pride. “I got you off the hook at work, too, but Arash said he had some papers to send over to us. He wouldn’t tell me what they were.”
“Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.”
I brushed my fingertips over his brow. “How are you doing?”
His shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I don’t know. Right now, I just feel like shit.”
“Let’s revisit that bath you missed last night.”
“Umm, I’m feeling better already.”
Linking our fingers together, I started leading him back toward the bedroom.
“I want to be the man of your dreams, angel,” he said, surprising me. “I want that more than anything.”
I looked back at him. “You’ve got that in the bag already.”
I stared down at the contract in front of me, my heart racing with a dizzying combination of love and delight. I looked up from the coffee table as Gideon entered the room, his hair still damp from our bath, his long legs encased in black silk pajama bottoms.
“You’re buying the Outer Banks house?” I asked, needing his confirmation despite having the proof in front of me.
His sexy mouth curved. “We’re buying the house. We agreed we would.”
“We talked about it.” The agreed-upon price was a bit staggering, telling me the owners hadn’t been easy to persuade. And he’d asked them to convey the copy of Naked in Death with the property, along with the furnishings in the master bedroom. He always thought of everything.
Gideon settled on the couch beside me. “Now, we’re doing something about it.”
“The Hamptons would be closer. Or Connecticut.”
“It’s a quick hop down by jet.” He tipped my chin up with his finger and pressed his lips to mine. “Don’t worry about the logistics,” he murmured. “We were happy there on the beach. I can still picture you walking along the shore. I remember kissing you on the deck … spreading you across that big white bed. You looked like an angel and that place, for me, was like heaven.”
“Gideon.” I rested my forehead against his. I loved him so much. “Where do we sign?”
He pulled back and slid the contract over, finding the first yellow sign here flag. His gaze roved over the coffee table and he frowned. “Where’s my pen?”
I stood. “I’ve got one in my purse.”
Catching my wrist in his hand, he tugged me back down. “No. I need my pen. Where’s the envelope this came in?”
I spotted it lying on the floor between the couch and table, where I’d dropped it when I realized what Arash had sent over. Picking it up, I realized it was still weighted and upended it over the table to let the rest of the items inside spill out. A fountain pen clattered onto the glass and a small photo floated out.
“There we go,” he said, taking the pen and slashing his signature on the dotted line. As he went through the rest of the pages, I picked up the picture and felt my chest tighten.
It was the photo of him and his dad on the beach, the one he’d told me about in North Carolina. He was young, maybe four or five, his small face screwed up in concentration as he helped his dad build a sand castle. Geoffrey Cross sat across from his son, his dark hair blowing in the ocean breeze, his face movie-star handsome. He wore only swimming trunks, showing off a body very much like the one Gideon boasted today.
“Wow,” I breathed, knowing I was going to make copies of the image and frame one for each of the places we lived in. “I love this.”
“Here.” He pushed the contract, with the pen lying atop it, over to me.
I set the photo down and picked up the pen, turning it over to see the GC engraved on the barrel. “You superstitious or something?”
“It was my father’s.”
“Oh.” I looked at him.
“He signed everything with it. He never went anywhere without it tucked in his pocket.” He raked his hair back from his face. “He destroyed our name with that pen.”
I set my hand on his thigh. “And you’re building it back up with the same pen. I get it.”
His fingertips touched my cheek, his gaze soft and shining. "I know you would.

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Sebelum dia berpendapat, aku menekan maju dengan solusi Gideon. "Kita bisa pergi gila seperti yang Anda inginkan dengan resepsi, tapi aku ingin pernikahan kami menjadi pribadi.""Eva, orang akan tersinggung jika mereka diundang untuk resepsi dan tidak upacara!""Saya benar-benar tidak peduli. Saya tidak mendapatkan menikah untuk mereka. Saya mendapatkan menikah karena saya cinta dengan laki-laki impian saya dan kita akan menghabiskan sisa hidup kami bersama-sama. Aku tidak ingin fokus pernah bergeser dari itu.""Honey..." Dia menghela napas, seolah-olah saya tidak mengerti. "Kita bisa bicara lebih banyak tentang hal ini pada hari Sabtu.""Oke. "Tapi saya tidak mengubah pikiran saya." Aku merasa ras menggelitik ke punggungku dan berubah.Gideon berdiri tepat di luar ambang batas ke dapur, menonton saya. Dia telah ditarik di celana dari malam sebelumnya dan rambutnya masih mussed dari tidur, matanya lidded berat."Aku harus pergi," kataku ibuku. "Aku akan melihat Anda akhir pekan ini. Cinta kamu.""Aku cinta padamu, juga, Eva. Itu sebabnya aku hanya menginginkan yang terbaik untuk Anda. "Aku membunuh panggilan dan meletakkan telepon saya di pulau. Geser dari kursi, aku menghadapi dirinya. "Selamat pagi"."Anda tidak bekerja," katanya, suaranya raspier, seksi, daripada biasa."Tidak Apakah Anda.""Apakah Anda akan terlambat?""Tidak. Dan Anda tidak baik. " Aku pergi kepadanya, pembungkus lengan saya di sekeliling pinggangnya. Dia adalah masih hangat dari tempat tidur. Mengantuk, sensual impian saya true. "Kita akan lubang hari, ace. Hanya Anda dan saya nongkrong di piyama kami dan bersantai."Lengan cinched di sekitar pinggul, nya lain tangan mengangkat sikat rambut kembali dari wajahku. "Kau tidak marah.""Mengapa saya bisa?" Mengangkat ke berjinjit saya, saya mencium rahang beliau. "Apakah Anda marah padaku?""Tidak." Dia menangkupkan kedua saya tengkuk, menekan pipiku nya. "Aku senang kau di sini.""Aku akan selalu ada di sini. Sampai kematian memisahkan kita.""Anda sedang merencanakan pernikahan.""Anda mendengar bahwa, ya? Jika Anda sudah punya permintaan, memberitahu saya sekarang atau selamanya menahan perdamaian."Ia adalah tenang untuk waktu yang lama, cukup lama bahwa saya pikir dia tidak memiliki sesuatu untuk menambahkan.Memutar kepala saya, aku terperangkap bibirnya dan memberinya ciuman cepat, manis. "Apakah Anda melihat apa yang aku meninggalkan Anda dengan tempat tidur?""Ya, terima kasih." Hantu senyum menyentuh mulut-Nya.Dia tampak seperti seorang pria yang telah juga telah kacau, yang dipenuhi dengan bangga feminin. "Aku punya Anda off the hook di tempat kerja, terlalu, tapi dariAlamsyah mengatakan ia memiliki beberapa dokumen untuk mengirimkan kepada kami. Dia tidak mengatakan padaku apa mereka itu.""Kira Anda akan memiliki untuk menunggu dan mencari tahu."Aku menggosok ujung jari saya atas dahinya. "Bagaimana Anda lakukan?"Bahu diangkat dalam mengangkat bahu. "Saya tidak tahu. Tepat sekarang, saya hanya merasa seperti sampah.""Mari kita kembali bahwa mandi yang Anda melewatkan malam terakhir.""UMM, aku merasa lebih baik sudah."Menghubungkan jari-jari kita bersama-sama, saya mulai membawanya kembali ke arah kamar tidur."Saya ingin menjadi orang impian Anda, malaikat," katanya, mengejutkan saya. "Saya ingin yang lebih dari apa pun."I looked back at him. “You’ve got that in the bag already.”I stared down at the contract in front of me, my heart racing with a dizzying combination of love and delight. I looked up from the coffee table as Gideon entered the room, his hair still damp from our bath, his long legs encased in black silk pajama bottoms.“You’re buying the Outer Banks house?” I asked, needing his confirmation despite having the proof in front of me.His sexy mouth curved. “We’re buying the house. We agreed we would.”“We talked about it.” The agreed-upon price was a bit staggering, telling me the owners hadn’t been easy to persuade. And he’d asked them to convey the copy of Naked in Death with the property, along with the furnishings in the master bedroom. He always thought of everything.Gideon settled on the couch beside me. “Now, we’re doing something about it.”“The Hamptons would be closer. Or Connecticut.”“It’s a quick hop down by jet.” He tipped my chin up with his finger and pressed his lips to mine. “Don’t worry about the logistics,” he murmured. “We were happy there on the beach. I can still picture you walking along the shore. I remember kissing you on the deck … spreading you across that big white bed. You looked like an angel and that place, for me, was like heaven.”“Gideon.” I rested my forehead against his. I loved him so much. “Where do we sign?”He pulled back and slid the contract over, finding the first yellow sign here flag. His gaze roved over the coffee table and he frowned. “Where’s my pen?”I stood. “I’ve got one in my purse.”Catching my wrist in his hand, he tugged me back down. “No. I need my pen. Where’s the envelope this came in?”I spotted it lying on the floor between the couch and table, where I’d dropped it when I realized what Arash had sent over. Picking it up, I realized it was still weighted and upended it over the table to let the rest of the items inside spill out. A fountain pen clattered onto the glass and a small photo floated out.“There we go,” he said, taking the pen and slashing his signature on the dotted line. As he went through the rest of the pages, I picked up the picture and felt my chest tighten.It was the photo of him and his dad on the beach, the one he’d told me about in North Carolina. He was young, maybe four or five, his small face screwed up in concentration as he helped his dad build a sand castle. Geoffrey Cross sat across from his son, his dark hair blowing in the ocean breeze, his face movie-star handsome. He wore only swimming trunks, showing off a body very much like the one Gideon boasted today.“Wow,” I breathed, knowing I was going to make copies of the image and frame one for each of the places we lived in. “I love this.”“Here.” He pushed the contract, with the pen lying atop it, over to me.I set the photo down and picked up the pen, turning it over to see the GC engraved on the barrel. “You superstitious or something?”“It was my father’s.”“Oh.” I looked at him.“He signed everything with it. He never went anywhere without it tucked in his pocket.” He raked his hair back from his face. “He destroyed our name with that pen.”I set my hand on his thigh. “And you’re building it back up with the same pen. I get it.”His fingertips touched my cheek, his gaze soft and shining. "I know you would.