Chapter 195

Madeleine's eyes were tinged red. She knew Beckett wasn't doing all this out of love for some contract wife... but she still couldn't help feeling moved. "So… should we keep going?" she asked in a soft, hesitant voice. Beckett glanced at her, eyes dark and a little dangerous. "What do you think? You started it—you planning to leave it hanging now?" Her heart was racing. She bit her lip, then leaned in and threw her arms around his neck. "How long's this break you're taking, Mr. Beach?" she asked quietly. She just wanted to know how much longer they could stay like this, just the two of them. People really do get greedy, huh. Now she actually wanted to keep Beckett all to herself—even if it was only for a little while. "No rush. After the wedding, I'll take you somewhere," Beckett said as he picked up a towel and calmly started drying her hair instead of taking things further. Since getting out of prison, Madeleine hadn't cut her hair. It had been growing out fast, already brushing her