Free To Have and to Hold by Gina Robinson Page A

breath, but I was unaccountably happy.
    "So? What do you say?" She bit her lip in that adorable way.
    "You have a deal. As long as you get rid of that awful gray blouse."
    "You're on." She grabbed the hem of her blouse, pulled it off over her head, and tossed it away. "Satisfied?"
    I swallowed hard as it fluttered to the floor, trying not to stare at her breasts that were pushed up in a lacy bra. I felt inadequate standing there in awe of her confidence. I'd spent my entire youth hiding my scrawny body. Hell, I still didn't like wearing tank tops. Was I supposed to make a move? Kay was such a flirt that it was hard to tell.
    I stuffed my hand in my pocket and covered the jewelry box that was nestled there. "You can put that back on and throw it away later." Otherwise I was going to have an erection through dinner.
    She picked up her blouse with a laugh and pulled it back on, messing her hair up in the process. Even with static playing with her tousled hair, she made my blood run hot.
    "Better?" she said.
    "Not really. You hair's standing on end."
    She smoothed it with one hand, laughed, took my hand, and pulled me toward the dining table. "In other news, I was a very good girl today. I got along famously with Magda."
    "Yeah. I could tell. What else did she ask you to change in me?"
    "She wanted me to change something. But it wasn't you." Kay was being cryptic. "I did exactly what she advised me to do. Something to surprise you! She rewarded me, us, by cooking a special dinner, your favorite, and setting a special table." She waved her hand around the dinner table like a game show model revealing a prize.
    "A surprise?"
    She took my arm. "Yes, and I hope you like it." She leaned her head on my shoulder. She was taking our game to a whole new level.
    A silver envelope with my name on it sat at my place at the table. I pointed to it. "Is that it?"
    She squeezed my arm. "It is! I hope you like it. Do you know how hard it is to surprise a billionaire?"
    "No idea," I said with a wink. "I only know a few."
    "Shut up, showoff." She laughed. "Open it!"
    I picked it up, curious. It wasn't sealed. I pulled a card out, a romantic card covered in hearts. Our love is unstoppable…
    My heart pounded into overdrive. This was a joke to her, an inside joke we shared. She was playing the game, creating evidence of our "undying love." Of the real quality of our marriage. But the joke was on me. I wished this shit was real.
    I turned to the inside of the card slowly. Undeniable. Unbelievable.
    A piece of paper fluttered out. I swallowed hard, trying to cover my emotions. No girl had ever given me a romantic card before. I pointed to the word unbelievable , which was clearly her way of joking. "I hope not."
    She laughed and handed me the piece of paper that had fallen out. "Here. This is the real gift."
    I stared at it. It was product page printout from Flashionista of a custom metal wall sign that said The Millers in fancy script. "What am I not getting? You ordered something from our site? Who are the Millers?"
    "Not the Millers, the Greens, silly!" She shook her head. "I ordered a sign that says The Greens." Her purse sat on the console table by the door. She grabbed it, pulled out her wallet, and flashed her driver's license at me. "Does this help?"
    She had new temporary license. For a second my heart stopped. Had I missed her birthday already?
    "Look closely." She pointed to her name.
    Kayla Green.
    I felt myself smiling. I couldn't keep it down. "You changed your name? I thought we agreed you wouldn't."
    "Are you angry?" When she bit her lip like that, she was so damned kissable I almost had to look away before I did something stupid. "I'd hoped you'd be happy. Magda convinced me that if I were really in love with you, I'd want your name. It helps with the ruse, right?"
    I picked her up and swung her around while she laughed. "Yes!"
    We were both laughing by the time I set Kay down. I was breathless with desire.
    "Glad you're happy! I