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bottle I was about to step on, but instead he got down on one knee.”
    “And?”
    “And what?”
    “What did he say?”
    Kelli swallowed, wishing like hell she were a better liar. “Well, since he was eye level with my tits at that point, he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life admiring them, along with the rest of my body, mind, and soul. Then he asked me to marry him. After that, we had sex on the beach and I spent the next two days digging sand out of my butt crack.”
    “That’s weirdly romantic,” Anna said. “I can’t wait to meet this guy in real life.”
    You and me both , Kelli thought, wondering why she’d never really gotten to know Mac in all these years of crushing on him.
    “Let’s see the ring!” Anna demanded.
    “Oh. Uh, I actually don’t have it yet. Everything happened so fast with the proposal, but Mac said he picked something out at a jeweler down here. We’re going to pick it up tomorrow.”
    “I can’t wait to see it. I’m sure it’s gorgeous.”
    “Gorgeous,” Kelli parroted, making a mental note to discuss jewelry with her bogus betrothed.
    “This is the place,” Anna said, pointing to a sunny stucco building on the right-hand side of a tree-lined street. “Oh! Parking spot right up front. That’s a good-luck sign, don’t you think?”
    “Definitely,” Kelli agreed, thinking she needed all the luck she could get. She opened her car door and stepped out into the bright Mexico sun.
    She was used to heat, living in Hawaii for the last five years, but this was a dry heat. A desert heat, though she could smell saltwater on the air and hear mariachi music somewhere in the distance. Anna led the way into the restaurant with Kelli plodding behind, feeling a bit like an accessory instead of the bride.
    She spotted him in the far corner of the sunny outdoor patio and her heart clenched. He wore black—of course—though in deference to the weather, the short-sleeved shirt looked like lightweight silk and his trousers were linen. The ever-present sunglasses were in place, and his hair looked freshly cut. He had his back to the stone wall and an equally stony expression on his face.
    The expression didn’t change as the two of them approached the table. “Mac?” Anna said, extending her hand. “Such a pleasure to finally meet you. So sorry we’re late.”
    “Ladies,” Mac said, standing to shake Anna’s hand before reaching for Kelli’s. She frowned, wondering if he really intended to greet his fiancée with a businesslike handshake. Perhaps sensing her discomfort, Mac took her hand and pulled her close, embracing her in a way that almost seemed warm.
    “Sweetheart,” he murmured. “So good to see you.”
    His body was hard and hot and solid against hers, and Kelli couldn’t resist the urge to press herself closer, sliding one hand down to give his backside a familiar squeeze. She felt him stiffen and smiled to herself, pressing her breasts snug against his chest. She tilted her head back and smiled up at him with her most angelic expression.
    “I missed you, Honeybear.”
    “You, too—uh—Cupcake.”
    “Aren’t you two just adorable,” Anna said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. She tucked a hunk of hair behind her ear, the purple streak glinting pleasantly in the sun.
    Kelli still hadn’t taken her hand off Mac’s ass.
    He drew back, and Kelli felt chilled, still craving the feel of his body against hers. Instead, he pulled out a chair and gestured Kelli into it.
    The perfect gentleman, Kelli thought glumly, wishing he would have at least copped a feel.
    Mac sat down beside her, close enough she could still feel the heat of his body. She rested her arms on the table, deliberately crossing her legs so her bare toes grazed his shin through his pants.
    “Let’s get started, shall we?” Anna asked, opening up a notebook. “As you both know, my specialty is in offbeat weddings, but I understand from Mac that you’re looking for something a bit more