““That’s the second time you called me ‘honey.’ I can’t decide if I like it or if I’m starting to feel objectified,” he teased. She sighed. “I seriously don’t think I can walk down an aisle with you.” His voice dipped lower, a slow drawl. “Careful, Sinclair. Those are very heady words to a guy like me.” She left him standing there, by himself, at the base of the steps. With a grin, he turned and watched her go. Yep, still cantankerous. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the view from behind.””
