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team of eight-year-olds sporting little Steelers uniforms.
    “Lissy thinks it’s romantic.” Will grabbed a duffel bag crammed with gear out of the back of his pickup and swung it over his shoulder.
    But Devon was still staring at him, openmouthed and unmoving.
    “Oh, come on, man! What was I supposed to say? ‘No, Lissy, darling, you’ve got me by the gonads, and I can’t last two days, let alone two weeks’?”
    “That would have been better than ‘yes.’” Devon gave a disgusted snort. “Let me get this straight. You agreed not to have sex with your extremely fine fiancée because she thinks not having sex is somehow romantic?”
    “It’s more than that. I think it has to do with something her mother said to her. Lissy asked me if it was possible for a couple to get married because they mistook great sex for love.”
    “Like that’s a bad thing.” Devon grinned. “So you went along with it to prove there’s more to your relationship than sex?”
    Will knew he had to tell Devon the whole truth. “That’s part of it. Also, she bet me.”
    Devon shook his head. “You never could turn down a dare. What happens if you lose?”
    This was the hard part. Will tried to say it casually, as if it didn’t matter. “We have to wear those pink cummerbunds.”
    “Hell!” Devon jerked as if he’d been struck. “Man, I will personally come to your place at two A.M. to dump ice on your crotch. I am not walking down the aisle wearing pink!”
    The horror on his friend’s face made Will laugh. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of caving. It’s only two weeks. Let’s get set up. I see a few mini Steelers waiting for us.”
    Still frowning, Devon grabbed a bag of balls and they started toward the field.
     
    Will got home, sweaty and thirsty, to find Lissy on the phone with their wedding planner, working out minuscule details of the rehearsal dinner, the ceremony and the reception. Rose petals instead of rice. Silk organza ribbons on the banisters, white not mauve, which would just be too much. Fourteen people requesting vegetarian entrees at the reception. Add a fourth layer to the chocolate truffle cake.
    Thank God he was the groom and didn’t have to deal with that stuff. It would have made his brain bleed.
    He tossed his sweaty clothes into the laundry and stepped into the shower. By the time Lissy was off the phone he was covered with soap.
    She stuck her head in through the bathroom door. “Do you realize this is our last two days of peace and quiet before the wedding? This week is crazy-busy for both of us at the paper. Next weekend is the bridal shower and the bachelor and bachelorette parties. Then the week after we have wedding stuff almost every day.”
    They did? All he could remember was the rehearsal and the wedding itself. He made a mental note to check his planner against hers. But what he said was, “Mm-hmm.”
    He turned his back to the spray and let the water spill over his shoulders to rinse the soap away. He saw her look at his bare chest, then his abdomen, then lower still, and watched her pupils dilate. Her reaction sent a rush of blood to his groin, and he felt himself start to swell. He turned away, trying to hide his growing erection, and rubbed slick soap over his ass.
    When she spoke, her voice was unnaturally light and casual. “Well, what would you like to do tonight?”
    He’d like to have a repeat of last night. He’d like to bury his cock deep inside her and fuck her in a half-dozen positions, a half-dozen different places. But he couldn’t say that—not without seriously pissing off Devon and the rest of his groomsmen. “What did people do a hundred years ago?”
     
    They had an early dinner, then caught a new French art film that Holly had recommended at Chez Artiste, leaving the theater two hours later confused.
    “Did that make any sense to you?” Lissy tried to piece the images and subtitles together.
    Will unlocked the passenger door of his pickup and opened