Goodbye Arizona Page 8

  “But just in case, Eden came up with an idea, and I think it’ll solve a lot of problems.”

  “What is it?”

  “You’ll see.”

  She pouted. Marcus rubbed her neck, sending what he hoped were distracting vibes up and down her spine. Deb purred. “There’s one thing I’d like to … know… Hi! That tickles!”

  “Fire away.”

  “How did, how did you come up with a name like R.J. Flint? Stop it! I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

  Marcus stopped peppering kisses along her neck. “I told you. R.J. Flint is you and me.”

  She punched his shoulder.

  “All right. All right, I’ll explain,” he said and winked. “Tell me, what’s your maiden name?”

  “It’s Stone, why? Oh! Flint-Stone. Oh, you idiot!”

  Marcus laughed while she figured out the rest. “And since you’re Marcus Turner Junior, then I assumed that your twisted sense of humor reversed Jr. to make R.J. I’m warning you, this one won’t be Marcus Turner the Third, or given some obscure Roman name. Out of the question.”

  “We’ll see…”

  Four months of mood swings had taught him the best—and easiest—way to avoid arguments and waterfalls was to kiss her, so he did just that.

  The End is only the beginning…

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