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need to.
She felt a sizzle of lust arc through her body, and she looked away from his hands, trying to regain
control of herself. Of the situation. She opened his file folder and began to read. A graduate of
Hawaii State University, a degree in political science, six foot two with black hair and brown eyes.
She glanced up at him. Not that I ever see them.
What?
She closed the folder and looked at him. I ll fill out your forms, and I ll study yours. But don t you
think we need to get a little more personal?
He raised an eyebrow at her. The kiss in the foyer wasn t personal enough for you?
Kelli swallowed, her lips still tingling from that kiss. It was a very nice performance, but only the
tip of the iceberg. Engaged couples share intimate details about themselves. Not just where you grew
up and where you went to school, but the name of your childhood teddy bear and how old you were
when you lost your virginity.
Mac quirked one eyebrow. Bingo. Seventeen. You?
Maple Syrup Florida Green Bear. Sixteen. Favorite color?
Black.
Of course. I like pink. She licked her lips. Favorite sex position?
I like being on top.
So do I.
She let that hang between them a moment, waiting for his response. At last, he nodded.
Fine. Now can we focus on the questionnaires?
Kelli rolled her eyes. I m serious, Mac. We need to know this stuff. This is what couples in real,
human relationships do.
Grill each other on the names of their teddy bears? Mac shook his head. I m quite certain that
Zapata will not be asking that of either of us. Now if you ll turn to page
Who was she?
I beg your pardon?
The girl you lost your virginity to.
This is relevant how?
Because this is the sort of thing a woman wants to know of her fiancée. Was it love, or a fling?
Was your heart broken, or was it a notch on your belt? Was it a successful endeavor, or did you shoot
your load on her leg before you got the condom on?
Why on earth
Because women want to know where they stack up, she interrupted, not entirely sure why this
mattered so much to her, but certain it did. We want to know how we compare and deep down; we
all want to know that even if we weren t your first, we were your best, your turning point, your most
meaningful, your everything.
For crying out loud, Kelli. He ran his hands through his hair, looking exasperated, and she felt a
twinge of triumph.
Fine, he said. Her name was Sarah, and it was at a party before my senior year in high school.
She wanted a relationship, but I wasn t ready. We lost touch not long afterward, and while the
experience was perhaps more hurried than I prefer these days, I can assure you my performance was
respectable.
Kelli sat back in her chair, feeling strangely satisfied. There. Was that so hard?
He shook his head. Now I m supposed to ask you the same questions?
No. Men in committed relationships don t want to know details.
What?
You might care what sort of car my last boyfriend drove or what sort of annual salary he had, but
you do not want any details about my previous sex life.
Mac folded his arms over his chest with a look of exasperation. Okay then, since you re
apparently the expert on male-female relations, tell me what our sex life is like.
Our sex life?
We re engaged, aren t we? Do I take you hard and dirty from behind against the bedroom wall
with your wrists pinned over your head, or do you like it slow and sweet and soft with the curtains
open and the ocean breeze cooling the sweat between your breasts?
She opened her mouth to reply and found her lips suddenly didn t work. The image he d just
created was burned into her brain, and it was all she could do to keep from crawling into his lap.
I uh
Come on now, he goaded. I assume you aren t saving yourself for our wedding night?
She pressed her lips together. Maybe I am.
He was silent a moment, digesting this possibility. Kelli gave him her most angelic smile and
crossed her legs primly.
I see, Mac said. Very well, I ll have your things set up in the guest room adjacent to the master
suite. It s probably best that way, ensuring we keep things as professional as possible.
Shit, Kelli thought, fighting the urge to tell him she d only been kidding, and that she d love nothing
more than to crawl into bed with him and do crazy things. She swallowed and stood, collecting the
file.
The guest room will be fine.
Okay then, Mac said. If we re finished here, you can get started on the questionnaire.
Kelli stood and nodded once, feeling all at once indignant and turned on. She twisted the doorknob
and flounced out of the room with no earthly idea where she was headed.
Par for the course.
&
Kelli woke to the sound of her iPhone playing Here Comes the Bride.
Anna s ringtone.
Hello? she grumbled, propping herself in bed.
Hey, sleepyhead. Ready to try on wedding gowns?
What time is it?
Eight a.m. local time. Are you seriously just waking up?
Yes. Kelli rubbed her eyes, dumbfounded to realize she d just slept for more than twelve hours.
True, she d awakened several times in the night. The first time she d glanced out the window to see
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