Chapter 22

“We barely know each other!”

He sighed, pressing down his frustration. He wanted to howl that, while true, that wasn’t the point. What they had now wasn’t nearly as important as what they could have. But she was scared, and he didn’t want to come off like a stalker. Nor did he want her unhappy. He wouldn’t pursue this marriage and her so relentlessly if he didn’t believe in his gut that they belonged together. But he had to ease up now, find the right strategy to help her to see the possibilities.

“Kata, we can fix that—and anything if we set our minds to it. Give me a chance.”

“Hunter, I . . . Why? I know I have to take responsibility for my part, drunk or not, and I’m pretty sure I’m the one who suggested we get married like Christi and Nick—”

“Mick.”

“Whatever. You were the sober one. Good sex wasn’t a reason to get married.”

“Just good?” he countered archly.

“Okay,” she conceded. “Great sex. But still . . .”

“I think we’ve both been round