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Authors: Casey Hagen
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She is the bride, after all. As a matter of fact, let’s do this…tomorrow, spa day, just the girls. My treat!”
A spa day. A freaking spa day. Jack didn’t do spa days. She needed an ally. Her eyes darted about the room, avoiding Annette, and landed on Corrine. “Do you mind if I bring someone?” Jack asked.
“Of course not.” Annette said while she scribbled down items on her list.
Jack nodded to Corrine. “Everett and Lathan have work to do tomorrow, so how about it?”
Corrine winked. No doubt she knew Jack was scrambling for a lifeline. “I’d love to. I’d be crazy to turn down a spa day.”
Annette beamed and pointed her pen at Jack. “Wonderful! Okay, so before you go…what’s your favorite color?”
“Maroon. Burgundy. A wine color I guess.”
“Very nice! Okay, hair up or down?”
“Either.”
“Makeup…dramatic or natural?”
“Natural.”
“Favorite flower?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Anything you’ve ever dreamed of having for your wedding?”
“Never dreamed I would have a real wedding,” Jack laughed, but her laughter died at the looks aimed her way by Annette and Corrine.
“You never dreamed of your wedding?” Corrine asked, linking an arm with Jack’s.
“No, I mean, my mom wasn’t around and my dad wasn’t big on those things. I never really thought about it.”
Annette smoothed a hand over Jack’s hair. Jack swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat at the gesture. “Well, it’s time you start. Don’t worry about the details, dear. I’ll take care of them. You have one thing to do tonight when you lay down to sleep: Dream of your perfect wedding, and I’ll make sure you have it.”
Jack's mouth fell open at the 360-degree views through the floor to ceiling windows throughout Lathan’s house. Light from the landscaping and the pool glowed through the wall of back windows, illuminating intricate pathways, two outdoor seating areas, and lush plants spilling from massive planters.
When Jack followed Lathan up the stairs, her focus shifted to the way his charcoal gray pants pulled against his tight cheeks with every step. His family had knocked her off-balance and had her considering all kinds of crazy things. She walked into the party ready to charm the rich in order to do what Lathan needed, to get what her dad needed. She hadn’t prepared to like them.
They worried about appearances, yes, but most people did. She couldn’t hold that against them. They also cared about others… they cared about her. Jack found the caring irresistible. Which made what she was about to do dangerous as hell.
Lathan pushed open the door. “This is your room.”
Jack stepped in and spun in a slow circle. Lamps cast a golden glow on the pale gray walls. Lights in the distance winked through the wall of windows, a stunning sight, but it was the king-sized bed covered with fluffy white bedding and a mountain of pillows that drew her attention.
The bed begged for a warm body to slide between the sheets. And she would do that. But first, she would take Lathan with her and see just what kind of year they would have together.
Without falling in love.
“I love the room,” she said.
He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and avoided looking at her. “Good. That’s good. So, uh, use the lock, and it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to slide the dresser in front of the door.”
She kicked off her flats, dug her toes into the plush carpet, and headed right for him. “Or, you can tuck me into bed.”
Wide eyes met hers and he froze. Well, that was okay; she was feeling forward enough for the both of them. “What’s the matter, Lathan? You scared of lil’ ol’ five-foot-almost-nothing me?” She laughed, the sound low in her throat as she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it away.
His eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over her exposed skin. She reached over his shoulder and gave the door a shove before planting the flat of her hand against his
A spa day. A freaking spa day. Jack didn’t do spa days. She needed an ally. Her eyes darted about the room, avoiding Annette, and landed on Corrine. “Do you mind if I bring someone?” Jack asked.
“Of course not.” Annette said while she scribbled down items on her list.
Jack nodded to Corrine. “Everett and Lathan have work to do tomorrow, so how about it?”
Corrine winked. No doubt she knew Jack was scrambling for a lifeline. “I’d love to. I’d be crazy to turn down a spa day.”
Annette beamed and pointed her pen at Jack. “Wonderful! Okay, so before you go…what’s your favorite color?”
“Maroon. Burgundy. A wine color I guess.”
“Very nice! Okay, hair up or down?”
“Either.”
“Makeup…dramatic or natural?”
“Natural.”
“Favorite flower?”
“Don’t have one.”
“Anything you’ve ever dreamed of having for your wedding?”
“Never dreamed I would have a real wedding,” Jack laughed, but her laughter died at the looks aimed her way by Annette and Corrine.
“You never dreamed of your wedding?” Corrine asked, linking an arm with Jack’s.
“No, I mean, my mom wasn’t around and my dad wasn’t big on those things. I never really thought about it.”
Annette smoothed a hand over Jack’s hair. Jack swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat at the gesture. “Well, it’s time you start. Don’t worry about the details, dear. I’ll take care of them. You have one thing to do tonight when you lay down to sleep: Dream of your perfect wedding, and I’ll make sure you have it.”
Jack's mouth fell open at the 360-degree views through the floor to ceiling windows throughout Lathan’s house. Light from the landscaping and the pool glowed through the wall of back windows, illuminating intricate pathways, two outdoor seating areas, and lush plants spilling from massive planters.
When Jack followed Lathan up the stairs, her focus shifted to the way his charcoal gray pants pulled against his tight cheeks with every step. His family had knocked her off-balance and had her considering all kinds of crazy things. She walked into the party ready to charm the rich in order to do what Lathan needed, to get what her dad needed. She hadn’t prepared to like them.
They worried about appearances, yes, but most people did. She couldn’t hold that against them. They also cared about others… they cared about her. Jack found the caring irresistible. Which made what she was about to do dangerous as hell.
Lathan pushed open the door. “This is your room.”
Jack stepped in and spun in a slow circle. Lamps cast a golden glow on the pale gray walls. Lights in the distance winked through the wall of windows, a stunning sight, but it was the king-sized bed covered with fluffy white bedding and a mountain of pillows that drew her attention.
The bed begged for a warm body to slide between the sheets. And she would do that. But first, she would take Lathan with her and see just what kind of year they would have together.
Without falling in love.
“I love the room,” she said.
He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and avoided looking at her. “Good. That’s good. So, uh, use the lock, and it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to slide the dresser in front of the door.”
She kicked off her flats, dug her toes into the plush carpet, and headed right for him. “Or, you can tuck me into bed.”
Wide eyes met hers and he froze. Well, that was okay; she was feeling forward enough for the both of them. “What’s the matter, Lathan? You scared of lil’ ol’ five-foot-almost-nothing me?” She laughed, the sound low in her throat as she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it away.
His eyes darkened, his gaze roaming over her exposed skin. She reached over his shoulder and gave the door a shove before planting the flat of her hand against his
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