Hotly Bedded, Conveniently Wedded
'Run that by me again.' No way could Isobel have heard him correctly. She was used to Alex asking if he could sleep on her sofa while he was in London between digs or on a flying visit— his own flat in London was let out to tenants—but this request…
She must've been hearing things.
'Will you marry me?'Alex repeated.
Exactly what Isobel thought he'd said.
Was this some kind of joke?
Unlikely, because he looked serious. Besides, Alex didn't make that kind of joke. She frowned. 'I don't understand. Have you gone temporarily insane, or something?'
'No. I just need to get married. And I think you'd be the perfect wife.'
Oh, no, she wouldn't. She'd already failed spectacularly with Gary. 'You get women posting their knickers to you. You could get married to any woman you wanted.'
He laughed. 'They don't post their knickers to me, Bel. That's a vicious rumour started by Saskia.'
Saskia was Alex's baby sister and had been Isobel's best friend since they were toddlers. Though Isobel wasn't so sure the comment was just sibling teasing. 'I know for a fact you get asked out by more women than most men even dream about.'
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