From Fake to Forever (Newlywed Games 2)
It was all good when you lived in the most exciting city in the world with a supportive husband who loved you.
Both Jason and Bettina had begged her to take jobs working for them at Lyn, but she turned them both down to go back to work for Allo. Maybe it was crazy, but Meredith wanted to prove she could make it in New York on her own terms.
Said supportive husband had beaten her home and she took a long minute to soak in the visual splendor waiting for her in the living room. The view of the New York skyline wasn’t bad, either, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the gorgeous man lounging on the couch, wearing a mischievous smile.
“About time you got home,” Jason scolded without any heat. “I’ve been waiting very patiently.”
Eyebrows raised, she surveyed the bottle of golden liquor and two shot glasses spread out on the coffee table. “Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me? Because you know good and well you don’t need alcohol for that.”
“Figured you needed a break after working all day with the most horrible boss in the world.”
Meredith grinned and climbed into Jason’s lap—astride, her favorite way to talk to him. “But tequila shots?”
“For our anniversary.” Settling his hands in place against her waist, he nestled her closer. “That’s what we did on our wedding night. Figured we should keep the tradition.”
It wasn’t their anniversary. That wouldn’t happen for another couple of months, but the thought was sweet. So sweet, she felt compelled to blurt out, “I have a confession. I didn’t actually drink the shots in Vegas.”
She’d poured them out when Jason wasn’t looking, mostly because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but also because tequila was vile.
“Um...neither did I. I don’t like tequila straight.” His blue eyes bored into hers as they shared a long glance heavy with dawning comprehension.
“So wait. How many drinks had actually made it down your throat when you came up with the brilliant idea to find the all-night wedding chapel?”
Guilt clouded Jason’s expression. “Maybe two.”
Figured. Meredith dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Guess we can’t tell people we got drunk and got married anymore. What’ll we say instead?”
Jason’s chuckle warmed her from the inside out. “The truth. That we fell in love and got married but were too worried about what other people would think to claim our happiness.”
“Whew. Glad we’re not that young and stupid any longer.”
He grinned. “What are we going to do to celebrate now that we’ve established we both hate tequila?”
“Guess we’ll have to do something we both like.” Shooting him a sultry smile, she plunked the remote into her hand. “Watch Project Runway.”
With a growl, he knocked the remote to the carpet and treated her to a scorching-hot kiss that communicated every bit of his love and desire for her. Who needed fashion on television when she’d already found the perfect fit?