Chapter Eighteen––––––––
After dinner at The Savage Beast with the other Kings and their women, Bull and Samantha headed home. It was Sunday night. He had a game the following Thursday, but not again until the Sunday a week after that.
Bull slipped his naked, toned body between the sheets. She joined him, snuggling up for warmth.
“Can we talk?” Sam asked.
“Uh oh.”
“We’ve been together for a couple of months. Engaged for at least one. Don’t you feel comfortable enough with me to have a real wedding?”
“Do we have to talk about this now?”
“If not now, when?”
“Why can’t you let this go?”
“Because a real wedding is something I’ve always wanted.”
“It’s real enough if a justice of the peace says you’ve tied the knot.”
“Knot. Is that what marriage is to you?”
“It’s just an expression.
