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blind with lust for him .
    I thought I might have to go live with his mother for the duration. That would put a crimp in his sexual expectations— though he's perfectly capable of kidnapping me and carrying me away to his lair for a night of blissful raunchiness. God, I love that man.
    It occurred to me that if he couldn't have sex, neither could I. Going an entire month without him… maybe I could get him to kidnap me more than once.
    See? I'm truly pitiful, a fact he has used to his advantage more than once.
    Oh, man, the next few weeks looked like fun .
     
    Wyatt called my cell early that afternoon. I was in the middle of an intensive workout—because I own Great Bods , I have to keep in shape or people will think it must not be a great place—but I stopped to take the call. Not that I knew it was Wyatt, because I didn't until I saw his number in the Caller ID window; with all the activity that had been started that morning, Mom could have been calling.
    "I think I can get out of here on time, for once," he said. "Want to go out for dinner?"
    "I can't, I have to go shopping," I said as I went into my office and closed the door.
    He had a man's normal respect for shopping, which means none at all. "You can do that later, can't you?"
    "No, because there is no later."
    Silence fell, because whenever I make statements like that he pauses, as if he's looking for hidden meanings or traps. It's heartwarming, the attention he has paid to me and my methods.
    Finally he said, "If the end is nigh, why bother to shop?"
    I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see. Excuse me, if the end was nigh, what else would you do but shop? Those hot shoes you've been eyeing but wouldn't buy because you didn't know where you'd wear them and they cost the earth anyway? Go get ' em , honey. It isn't as if you'd have to worry about the credit card bill, with the end nigh and all that. Maybe you really can't take it with you, but do you want to take that chance? What if you can , and you find out too late? There you'll be, without all the stuff you really wanted but didn't get because you didn't see the use in stockpiling.
    I jerked my thoughts away from eternity and back to Wyatt. "I didn't say the world is ending. This is all about you and your precious deadline."
    "Ah. I get it. My deadline." He sounded very self-satisfied about his deadline; it had accomplished exactly what he intended, which was to galvanize me into action so I would ride roughshod over everyone else's conflicting schedules. I knew him well enough to know he meant exactly what he said, too, otherwise his galvanizing tactics wouldn't have worked.
    "Because of your deadline," I continued sweetly, "I probably won't have time to eat for the next month, much less go out for a leisurely meal. I have to find a wedding dress tonight so there'll be enough time for alterations. You do have a black suit, don't you?"
    "Of course."
    "That's what you're wearing for the wedding then, unless it has frayed cuffs, in which case you'd better go shopping, too, because if you wear frayed cuffs to our wedding none of us will ever forgive you for it, and I swear I'll make your life miserable."
    "I could always divorce you if you tried." Lazy amusement was in his tone now. I could just imagine his green eyes glinting.
    "You could always try to divorce me, because I'd fight it tooth and nail, and I'd hound you to the ends of the earth. Siana would hound you, too. And Mom would get all her sorority sisters to hound you." Siana's a lawyer and that maybe gave him pause, but he's around lawyers all the time so they're no big deal to him. On the other hand, he has a healthy respect for my mom, based on real fear. She would get all her sorority sisters to hound him.
    "So you're going into this for life?"
    "You bet your ass I am." I waited a beat and added, "Your life, anyway."
    It was really annoying when he laughed at something I'd meant to give him food for thought.
    "I'll check those cuffs," he said.