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the smile I knew was impossible to resist. She worked hard to appear unaffected, but I knew better. She wanted all of this; she just wasn’t willing to admit it yet. That was okay. I had time to convince her I was a changed man.
    Rolling her eyes, she pushed past me and headed down the stairs, half-full bottle of wine still in her hand. When she got to the living room, I let her have a second to notice my beloved Barcalounger was gone. The relief on her face was plain as day. Plopping down on the couch, she took a healthy gulp of her wine before turning her attention back to me.
    Not good. I needed to get that bottle from her before she turned into a drunken sorority chick at a frat party.
    “If you give me the wine, I’ll get you a Ding Dong from the kitchen,” I bargained. “I bought a box special just for you.” There were few weaknesses I could use against Liz, but Ding Dongs were definitely one of them.
    I could see her struggling with her decision. “The big box?”
    “The big box,” I confirmed. “Two of them. Just for you, cher .”
    She huffed a little and her bottom lip jutted out on a pout, but she eventually handed the bottle over. Being the kind, generous husband I was, I ran to the kitchen and grabbed her not one, but two Ding Dongs. That was just the kind of dude I was. I kicked ass at this husband shit!
    Ripping the first package open, she took what I liked to call a Lizzy-sized bite, meaning half the damn thing was gone in one freaking bite. I’d experienced this with just about every meal we’d ever eaten together. She’d bitch about needing to lose weight—which was fucking stupid if you asked me, because my girl’s curves were mouth-watering—then ask for a bite of my burger or steak. Never failed; this happened every single time. And every time I shared, she somehow managed to unhinge her jaw and open her tiny mouth wider than I thought possible, causing visions of how much of my cock she could take in her mouth to play through my head.
    Shit, don’t get hard, asshole!
    “Whatchu wanna talk about?” she mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate cake, crumbs falling from her mouth onto her robe. She just brushed them off and kept on chewing. Good thing she was so damn cute, because sometimes she could be seriously gross.
    “We need to talk about how this marriage is gonna work.”
    “What do you mean ‘how this marriage is gonna work’? It’s not going to work. We’re getting an annulment!”
    Holding my hands up, I tried to reason with her. “Now, hold on a second. Just hear me out before you jump off the deep end.”
    She stood up and began pacing, her last Ding Dong all but forgotten. This was not going like I’d hoped. “I think you’re the one who’s gone off the deep end, Trev. We got drunk in Vegas and got married. Everyone does that nowadays. That doesn’t mean we should stay married.”
    I was going to have to take a new route, change tactics a bit. Yeah, it would probably be easier to admit I married her intentionally; that I got her blitzed out of her mind and jumped at suggesting we get hitched all because I’m crazy about her. But, like I’ve said before, I know Lizzy, and she wasn’t ready to hear that I’ve been in love with her since laying eyes on her flaming-red hair, adorable freckles, and killer curves. She’d freak the hell out and I’d lose my best friend along with the girl of my dreams. Nope, not risking that.
    “Come on, cher . You can’t tell me you haven’t given any thought to what it would be like if we stayed married.” She hesitated just slightly, like she was actually considering what I was saying, so I pushed a little harder. “You’re my best friend. We always have fun when we’re together, and we already know each other better than most married couples out there. This is the ideal situation if you really think about it.”
    “Trevor, honey,” Oh, no, not good. She sat down next to me and took my hand in hers. She had her serious