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All of this would’ve been so easy. But he’d already found his fated mate and had lost her. That loss must’ve been devastating for him. She couldn’t imagine finding the one you love only to lose them, and then have to walk the world alone.
    She couldn’t imagine her life without Carter, whether he was a lover or a friend.
    Suddenly she realized, between her dreams of a fairy-tale wedding and being with Carter, that she wanted the latter more.
    “I need this,” he said. “I need you.”
    Ah, hell. How could she say no now?
    She held his gaze. “Again, what movie did you bring? I might not want to hitch my wagon to a star with no taste.”
    He grinned slowly, keeping his hand on her thigh. Her skin warmed, blooming into a tingly blush.
    “It’s So I Married An Axe Murderer .”
    “Good pick. Love this guy.” She fell over and clutched a throw pillow against her chest. She sighed and said, “Fine. I’ll marry you.”
    Carter slid onto the couch and dragged her legs over his lap. The dynamic between them was comfortable. As if she’d just told him she wanted butter on her popcorn. But the emotions running through her body were hot and jumpy, on high alert. Her thigh was tingly where his hand touched it, her stomach was spinning, and she couldn’t feel her lips at all. Beyond that, a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach warned that this wouldn’t work out how she hoped it would.
    Maybe the pit would go away with some food. Now that she thought about it, popcorn with butter sounded amazing.
    “So, um, when you said you’d marry me,” Carter said as the movie started, “were you talking to me or Mike Myers?”
    “Both.” She giggled into a hiccup. “But you asked first so you get dibs. Lucky you. I’m quite the prize.”
    He laughed. “Thanks, Faith. This means a ton.”
    “I know.” She rested her head on the back of the couch, feeling as if every pound of the ton he spoke of was weighing heavy on her heart. “I know.”

Chapter Five
    Faith woke up to the sound of her Keurig coffeemaker spouting heavenly syrup into a cup. Rays of morning light broke through her blinds and shone in her eyes, blinding her. She peeked around her living room through partly opened lids. Even though Carter wasn’t in sight, her heightened senses picked up his scent. Had he left his coat behind when he went home last night? Was that the scent she was picking up?
    “Hello?”
    Nope. Carter was actually in her cabin. She looked up to see him peek his head around the wall separating her living room from her kitchen. He looked rested, his light eyes bright, every hair falling in place. God, she probably looked like a troll.
    “Hey. I’m stealing a cup of coffee.” His voice was so deep and rich, it was nearly a growl. “Hope you don’t mind.”
    “No, I don’t.” She sat upright, and the blanket covering her body slid to the floor. Carter must’ve covered her after she fell asleep last night. That was nice of him. “Help yourself.” She rubbed her eyes and smoothed down her hair. “Want me to make breakfast?”
    “You? Cook?” He laughed. “Let’s not and say we did, and that it was delicious.”
    “What?” she hollered. “I can cook!”
    “Ramen doesn’t count.”
    Damn it.
    She folded her arms over her chest and stuck her tongue out at him as he disappeared into the kitchen once more.
    Suddenly, reality set in. Carter never came over this early on Saturday morning. Bits and pieces of the previous night clumped together in her brain.
    “Why are you…” She turned to peek out her front window. His truck was parked in her driveway. “Um, did you stay the night?”
    “Don’t you remember?” He brought out two cups of coffee in giant Disney mugs and handed her Goofy, then moved a heap of blankets and sat beside her. “Last night was great.” His voice was melted honey, rich and smooth, tingling her in all the right places. But then his words registered and her emotions flipped on a dime.
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