Chapter Nineteen
He could get used to this, demanding kisses of her in public. She kissed him with the same intensity she had at Thanksgiving, and again the night they’d made love. He had to pinch himself to remind himself this was for show, and that if they’d been standing here in any other circumstances, her hands would not currently be twined around his neck. Nor would she be wearing that gaudy, God-awful ring. As soon as he’d laid eyes on it in the jewelry store, he’d had to have it, knowing it would provoke a response from Lydia. What surprised him, shocked him even, was the possessive instinct that rose up from a deep place inside him when he slipped the ring on her finger for the world to see. It might only be temporary, but for the time being, she belonged to him, and he liked it.
