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it. All I'm asking you to do is change your last name to mine. Take. Your. Pick ."
    My hair all but stood on end, which is a really stupid expression, because how else would it stand? It isn't as if it can stand on middle. "Don't you dare piss on me! " I shrieked in outrage. Wyatt can push my buttons faster than anyone else, which I guess keeps things even, but that was why it took a few seconds before the mental image sank in and my shriek abruptly turned into a sputter of laughter.
    He was so angry and frustrated it took him a second longer, but as he snorted his gaze dropped to where my robe had come completely open and his expression changed as he reached for me. "Don't bother," he growled as I reached for the belt to retie it.
    Sex with Wyatt tends to be tempestuous. We have chemistry out the wazoo , or wherever chemistry comes from. I like the hell out of it, because that means I can pretty much count on an orgasm or two, but it also means that even though we've been engaged for a couple of months now the urgency hasn't slacked off much, and he'll take me down wherever we happen to be, unless we're in public, of course.
    He didn't strip me out of the robe, since it wasn't in his way, just out of my underpants. The robe saved me from getting carpet burn on my butt, because he laid me on the dining room floor, spread my legs, and moved into position between them. His green eyes were glittering with lust and possessiveness and triumph and some other unnameable male things as he settled his weight on me.
    "Blair Bloodsworth ," he said in a tough tone, reaching down to position his penis. "No negotiation."
    I caught my breath as he pushed into me, thick and hard and so damn exciting I could barely stand it. I dug my nails into his shoulders and tightened my legs on his hips, trying to hold him still even though my heartbeat was stuttering and my eyes were closing.
    He hooked his left hand around my knee and pushed my leg wider, allowing him to go deeper, all the way. He shuddered, his own breathing hard and raspy. No matter how shattered I was by our lovemaking, he was right there with me.
    "All right," I gasped, with my last thread of sanity. "But you owe me! For the rest of our lives, you owe me." No negotiation, my ass; what did he think we'd been doing?
    He growled something unintelligible, rocking against me while he bent his head to kiss my neck, and I literally saw stars.
    We were both sweaty and exhausted and very happy twenty minutes later when he raised his head and smoothed a tendril of hair out of my face. "One month," he said. "I'll give you exactly one month from today. We're either married by then or we do it my way, regardless of where it is or who can be there. Got it?"
    Huh. I know a challenge when I hear one. I also know he wasn't kidding. I had to kick things into high gear.
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    Chapter Two
     

     
    I called Mom first thing the next morning. "I lost an argument with Wyatt, and we're getting married within the month."
    "Blair Elizabeth. How did that happen?" she asked after a shocked pause, and I knew she was asking about the first part of my statement.
    "Strategic battle," I said. "Stupid of me, but I just realized last night that my name will be Blair Bloodsworth , so I told him I was keeping Mallory as my name and he hit the ceiling, and the upshot of the outcome is he either pisses on me to mark me as his territory, or I take his name."
    She stopped laughing long enough to say "So now he owes you" before succumbing again. I love my mom; I don't have to explain anything to her. She gets me immediately, maybe because we're so much alike. Knowing Wyatt's stubbornness and the deviousness of his mind, plus some other char- acteristics such as possessiveness, etcetera, the outcome of our argument last night had never been in doubt unless I wanted to break up with him, which I didn't, so I had maneuvered to get the best terms possible. He owed me. Eternal debt was good.
    " But … he gave me an ultimatum.