The Honeymoon That Wasn't
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He found the large walk-in closet and placed their bags on the built-in luggage racks. Kicking off his shoes, he unfastened his belt at the same time and then hung it on a gold-plated hook behind the door. He pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants and started unbuttoning it as he walked out into the bedroom.
Dakota stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Frowning slightly, she tried to smooth her hair. A few curls sprang back to rest on her cheek. “Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are we?”
He cleared his throat. “You don’t remember anything.”
“Well, yes, of course I do.” Her gaze slid down to his exposed chest, lingered for a long satisfying moment.
“What exactly do you remember?”
“The wedding.”
“I hope so.” He chuckled. “And?”
She put two fingers to her temple. “Wow, do I have a headache.”
“Yeah, a vat of wine will do that.”
She gave him a glare that was immensely reassuring. Yup, she was definitely coming around.
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