I have a fabulous idea.""Oh, I don't like this. Last time you had a fabulous idea, I wore a cast for six weeks. I still can't straighten my arm completely.""That was years ago," I said, brushing aside her concern. "This one will work. Do you have any exceptionally handsome men friends, willing to be my fiancé?
Where are you staying?Our house. He shifted closer and I stopped breathing.Not good. I really needed to breathe and leaned back further in my chair to put space between me and his stubble darkened chin, his oh-so-kissable mouth, his windblown hair, his...his...everything.For the zillionth time, I wondered what the statute of limitations was on stupid decisions. Marrying him had to top the list.