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Hailey looks at ets up

I blow out the candles and put the glasses in the sink

“What is that?” I hear Marisa ask herhands

“Morrison asked me to marry him”

“Is that why you crying? ’Cause if he makes you sad, you should—”

“No, not sad Very, very happy”

Marisa stops and looks at her I a that sounds an awful lot like “Congratulations” but probably not quite

“I knohat I want for Christmas now”

“You do?” Hailey has been asking her, and Marisa’s response so far has been, “Nuffin’”

“A princess wedding, like in the books” She yawns again “I’m tired We can pick my dress tomorrow”

I finish cleaning up and decide to get comfortable, so I take off my shirt and socks, then unbuckle my belt

Hailey is backing out of Marisa’s room when I quietly walk up to her She turns around and scowls at me

“What’s wrong?”

An eyebrow creeps up

“Oh, shit, my bad,” I say “But she likes it She likes it a lot”

“Last big purchase?” She holds up her ring finger

“Baby, no fighting tonight” She shakes her head “The only F-word I a at me

She is in front of me almost instantly, and I hold my hand out to stop her

“Proht at all”

“Fine I give you tonight” As she ss around me “Take me to bed”

I open the door and kiss her hard, keeping her attention where it belongs—onHailey is a worumble, but to her a promise is a promise

As soon as her back hits our new bed, her eyes pop open and she looks around Then her head swings back, her eyes focused on me

“You promised,” I remind her as I lift her shirt and kiss down her belly while unbuttoning her pants

“Manipulative”