Remington kissed her and suddenly spun them around.


    Lizetta was already held high in his arms, and the spinning made her feel like the lights above were whirling too. The twinkling glow of the fairy lights left her dizzy, and she clung tighter to Remington''s neck, pressing herself closer to him.


    They ended up tumbling onto the bed, bouncing gently on the mattress.


    Lizetta pushed Remington away, turning her head to catch her breath.


    "What are you doing? Get off, you''re squishing me."


    Remington tightened his embrace for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows, hovering over her.


    He didn''t pull awaypletely, though. Instead, he stayed suspended above her,


    his deep eyes amused as they studied her flushed cheeks and charming expression.


    "Sweetheart, did you just say you turned him down?"


    He loomed over her like a mountain casting a shadow, the aura of a predator savoring its prey. Lizetta caved, nodding obediently.


    "I did."


    A smile flickered in Remington''s eyes—so it was aforting hug for turning someone down.


    He masked his delight with an apologetic, concerned tone.


    "Is he okay?"


    Before Lizetta could respond, he continued.


    "That was a silly question. I mean, Mr. Madden''s a strong guy. He''ll bounce back from a heartbreak, I''m sure. Zion City has no shortage of eligible debutantes. In fact, Mr. Madden has already been set up on a few dates by Margaret. Maybe we should help him find a match too?"


    Even though Lizetta had turned Jerome down, Remington felt uneasy. Jerome was a formidable rival, and even Remington found it hard to criticize him.


    If Jerome didn''t find someone soon, Remington felt he''d always be looking over his shoulder.


    Lizetta''s lips curved into a small grin. "Really? You know so many eligibledies? Who are they? Spill!"


    Remington sensed danger. He quickly shook his head.


    "No, no, I don''t know any personally. I meant we could have Cedricpile a list."


    Lizetta chuckled teasingly. "Right,


    because the women you know are usually more like Ste Evelina Let'' not set my brother up for heartbreak."


    Remington winced internally. This conversation was getting risky.


    A cold sweat crept down his back, so he quickly changed the topic.


    "You turned Jerome down and still say I''m not officially your boyfriend? Are you trying to drive me crazy?"


    Lizetta just smirked, staying silent.


    "You little rascal," Remington grinned, leaning down to nip at her delicate neck.


    A tingling sensation shot through her, and Lizetta pushed him away, half-annoyed, half-amused.


    "Get up!"


    "Say I''m your boyfriend then!"


    Lizetta hesitated.


    "Come on, say it."


    He coaxed, kissing her softly.


    Lizetta sighed, "Fine, fine, you''re my


    boyfriend. Happy now? But if you


    keep soaking my bed, I''ll revoke y


    your


    boyfriend privileges and your ce


    in line!"


    Remington had been sneaking around earlier in the rain, leaving him a bit damp.


    He jumped up from the bed,


    Lizetta up with him. "Alright, go take a shower. I''ll


    girlfriend, go take a


    handle the mess here." >