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neck and urged her closer.
    â€œReid—” Bellamy pressed her hand against his chest, as if she was fending off his advances.
    â€œKiss me first. We can talk later.”
    Her kiss ignited a delicious burn inside him. Her lips were soft against his, flavored with a faint tart taste of lemon and sugar from the dessert Bellamy had indulged in. Kissing his wife-to-be was his own sweet indulgence, and he shifted, tightening his arms around her and weaving his fingers through her hair.
    A few seconds later, she broke away, burying her face in his neck. “Stop. Be good now.”
    â€œI was trying to do just that—” He tried to capture her lips again for another kiss, but she eluded him, turning her face away, her hand clasping the lapel of his jacket.
    â€œYou want to tell me what that sigh was for, Belle-love?”
    Her voice was low. “I hope your parents were happy with how today went.”
    â€œYou do not have to worry about my parents. You were nervous before we even drove past the gate guard at Kissing Camels. You’d think that guy was going to interrogate you.”
    â€œI don’t think your father approves of me—”
    â€œOf course he does.” Reid tucked a strand of hair behind her ear—the same curl she’d tucked behind her ear again and again during the day. “Besides, I’m a grown man, you know. I don’t need my father’s approval to marry you.”
    Another sigh, but Bellamy let the issue drop. “Walk me to my door, please?”
    â€œIf I must.” When she looked at him again, he traced the outline of her mouth with the pad of his thumb. “Will you promise me another good-night kiss?”
    â€œIf I must.” She slid out of the passenger seat, tossing him a saucy grin over her shoulder.
    He tucked her hand inside his, navigating the narrow wooden steps leading to the quaint carriage house apartment above her parents’ garage.
    â€œOnly three months.” Reid admired Bellamy’s silhouette framed by the porch light.
    â€œYes—and still so much to do.”
    â€œYou’ve got your dress. I’ve got my tux. What more do we need?”
    â€œFor a Stanton wedding in Manhattan? Are you kidding me?” She paused and looked back over her shoulder. “I just ordered the wedding invitations, but I still need to get the envelopes to the calligrapher. Your mother mentioned today she wants a formal portrait of me in my wedding gown. We need to decide on gifts for our attendants. And we need to think about the wedding cake—”
    Reid stopped halfway up the stairs. “Bellamy.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIt’s late. You’re tired. I’m tired. We are not talking about the wedding tonight—unless you want to tell me your favorite gift from today.” Reid continued his way up the stairs. “Thanks to my mother agreeing to keep the presents at their house until after the wedding, I have only one thing left to do tonight.”
    â€œAnd that is?”
    â€œKiss you good night again.”
    â€œSounds perfect.”
    Standing two steps below the landing just outside her door, Reid slipped his arms around Bellamy and pulled her close. Perhaps he could entice more than one good-night kiss from his fiancée. “I love you. We’re good together.”
    â€œI love you, too, Reid.”
    Just as he was about to kiss her again, Reid stopped. “Oh, one more thing—”
    Bellamy rested her head against his shoulder. “I thought we were only kissing good night.”
    â€œI did say that, didn’t I? But I promised my mother I would remind you about the charity auction in November.”
    â€œThe charity auction?”
    â€œTo benefit the children’s hospital, remember? She heads up the committee and the entire family attends—we sit at a table front and center and have fun bidding on items.”
    Bellamy leaned back so she could look