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LACEY
“I can’t believe you want to marry me,” I said, after swallowing the tangy olive. I was hungry. I’d certainly worked up an appetite. I hadn’t eaten since lunch and not only did I have a three-hour trail ride, but a three-hour s*x marathon, too.
Marry. They were insane. They were gorgeous, dominant and very alpha and yet they wanted to marry me? What man said that? They’d gotten what they wanted. Well f****d. All they had to do was take me back to my cabin at Hawk’s Landing and I’d have a fling to remember for the foreseeable future. But no.
They seemed to want a relationship. A serious relationship with the end goal as marriage. Wow.
“Like I said, not today. That’s a big deal and built on trust, friendship. So much,” Colt said, grabbing a chunk of cheese that Micah had sliced.
