The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,347

was so pissed about their lack of support, she wasn’t sure it mattered.

Noah pulled his phone out of his pocket and read the screen. “That’s the text I’ve been waiting for. My meeting is set for two.” He looked up at Libby, worry in his eyes. “Is it okay if I leave you for about an hour or two?”

“Of course it is. I’m not a child who needs to be babysat.”

He shook his head slightly. “I know you’re not, but I’m taking time from our honeymoon. That doesn’t seem right.”

“Oh. I hadn’t considered this our honeymoon.”

“It’s very much our honeymoon, Mrs. McMillan. And while I never really cared for Vegas before, I have a special fondness for it now. Still, after my meeting, I think this city has served its purpose. Are you good with leaving tonight? We can go anywhere you want.”

She rested her hand on his cheek. “I want to go home.”

His smile fell slightly and she realized he misunderstood.

“Our home. In Seattle.”

He kissed her again, and when he finally lifted his head, Libby’s face burned with embarrassment. He’d practically devoured her in front of the grandmas.

“If only I were twenty years younger,” Gram murmured.

“You’d still be too old for him,” Nana said sternly.

“It wouldn’t matter,” Gram said with a grin. “He’d still only have eyes for our girl.”

They finished lunch and while Nana and Gram invited Libby to walk the strip, Libby turned them down. “I think I’ll grab my camera and see what I can find to photograph.”

The two women left and Noah and Libby went up to their room. Noah opened his laptop and studied the screen, his leg bouncing as he read.

“Noah, why are you so nervous?”

He looked up at her and blinked. “What? I’m not nervous. Just a regular meeting.”

He was lying. Why was he lying?

All the doubts from earlier came rushing back. She knelt in front of him. “I need you to promise me something, okay?”

“Anything, Lib,” he answered with an earnestness she was still getting used to.

“I need you to promise to tell me the truth. You know I’ve had a history with men who have been untruthful. I need to know I can trust you.”

“You have to know I’d never purposely hurt you.”

“I know, but this is a deal-breaker for me, Noah. I need you to always tell me the truth.”

He looked into her eyes, an uncharacteristic seriousness setting into his jaw. “I will. I promise.”

“Thank you.”

He pushed out a breath. “This deal is important. I’ve been talking to this guy in Seattle and getting the runaround. I found out he’s here, so I’m hoping to seal the deal this afternoon. With the merger . . . the business needs this.”

She kissed him and smiled. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Why would you hide that from me?”

“I don’t want you to worry.”

“Noah, we’re married now. If you’re nervous, then it’s my job to worry. Just like it’s your job to be nervous when we go to New York for my exhibit.”

He pulled her onto his lap, evoking a surprised laugh from her. “You’ve decided to finish your project?”

She grinned. “Let’s just say this morning’s photography session inspired me.”

He lifted his eyebrows in mock recrimination. “I know it’s a New York exhibit and they’re much more liberal there, but I strongly discourage using the photos of my penis, no matter how impressive they are.”

She laughed. “You’ve ruined my theme. I planned to photograph the penises of men all over the country. I could group them by region. Or would it be better to organize them by length?”

“The only penis I plan to let you near is mine.” He looked up from his laptop. “And if I had more time, I’d let you get even closer to it now.”

“Later,” she murmured.

“I know we’ve paid for the room tonight, but I’d still like to go home this evening if it’s okay with you. I’ll book us tickets when I get back from the meeting.” He grinned. “But there will be plenty of time for you to get reacquainted with my penis before we go.”

She laughed. “Sounds perfect.”

He stood and set her on her feet. “Wish me luck.”

She gave him a kiss. “Good luck, my love.”

“You’re all the luck I need.” He gathered his laptop and put it into his bag. “Are you sure you’re okay by yourself?”

She picked up her camera bag. “I’m fine. I’m going to explore outside the hotel. I have some ideas about capturing the fountains at the Bellagio.”

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