Page 36 of Psychic Games
“I don’t want your stuff.” He’d lost his mind.
“I was hoping you wanted me, now that you know I’m not dating you because of the pregnancy, and because I really, truly, do want to be with you, Grace. Only you.”
“Think rationally, Sam. What if we don’t even like each other? In a month you could be tired of me.”
Sam’s lips twitched into a smile. “I’ll never tire of you. You make me smile; you make me laugh; you make my heart feel full, and you’re the best plus-one wedding date I could have ever hoped for. We’ll take it as slow as you want or as fast as you want. I could pick out a ring today, or I’ll date you the way you deserve, well, minus the wine. I promise to spend the rest of my life making both of my girls happy.”
“Did she say we were having a girl, because Aunt Betty is the founder of her own crazy town? She’s got the fake ID to prove it. She could totally be lying to you. I wouldn’t put it past her to be manipulating you.”
Sam closed the distance between them and pulled Grace flush against his body. “She can’t manipulate feelings I already have, and it doesn’t matter what gender we have. I love you, Grace. I never thought I’d be the one to fall so hard, and so quickly, but I did. It happened. I’ll win you over; you’re worth the effort, even if I have to read all your books to help me convince you to be mine.”
Grace grinned. “You already have. I have one condition.”
“Name it.”
“Vegas. No wedding, no crazy family, except for a witness. Just you and me in Vegas.”
“Your jet or mine?”
