QUOTE : Without a word, I grabbed Rachel’s hand and towed her back outside. She laughed and tugged against me, but I wasn’t letting her win this one. “Kash, what? Did you forget stuff in the truck?” “Nope.” I stopped suddenly, whirled around, and knocked her legs out from under her, catching her and cradling her in my arms before she could hit the ground. She gasped and glared at me, but I kissed her soundly to silence any snide remark she could have made. She wasn’t about to ruin this. “I forgot this.” I met her blue death stare and waited for it to soften before speaking again. “Mrs. Hendricks . . .” Wrong name. Wrong. Name. “Isn’t it tradition to carry your new bride across the threshold?” Her head tilted back and she laughed. “Isn’t it tradition for the bride to be aware that she got married?” I paused with one foot in the villa and one out. “You’re ruining it, woman,” I growled. “Well, husband”—her laugh died down and she ran her hand down the side of my face to my neck—“we should probably continue with tradition and consummate the marriage.” Kissing her lips once, I left my mouth hovering over hers as I took the last step into the villa. “Let’s get to it, wife.” I