You enough for me

"I called Benny tonight," I offered after a moment.

Ethan soaped up a bath sponge and drew it up my arm. "How is Clarkson? Does he want to take more pictures of you?"

"We didn't talk about that."

"But he will." Ethan's response was nothing new. He didn't like me mod- eling, and he really didn't understand how much I needed it either. I wasn't in the habit of throwing it in his face because I didn't want him getting all upset and unreasonable again. Every time I went for a photo shoot he got irrational, so it was easier to just avoid reminding him.

"I think Ben's getting suspicious, and I'm sure Gaby would be too if she'd seen me in the flesh, but we've only spoken on the phone." Ethan drew the sponge over my neck. "It's time to tell them, baby, I want it announced and it has to be something big. I know that much."

"Big how?"

"London press? Celebrity guests? Posh planning?" I stiffened in his arms. He tightened his hold around me and whispered, "Now, don't panic, okay? Our wedding has