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While Blythe and Capri spoke with Eileen about accessories, Liam reached for Rhiannon’s hand and kissed it, eyeing her suggestively.
“You know, since Eileen is so busy, maybe I could come on in there and help you out of this dress,” he murmured, kissing her hand again before straightening and pulling her against him. “Whaddya say?”
She pursed her lips and frowned in Eileen’s direction. “I’m almost certain that’s a violation of store policy. We wouldn’t want them to kick us out.”
“No, I guess we wouldn’t.” He leaned in to kiss her nose playfully. “Well, then I fully expect you to slip into this thing the moment we get home so I can get you right back out of it again.”
She laughed and smiled up at him, one eyebrow cocked questioningly. “And if I say no?”
Humor flashed with the desire in his eyes. “I can be very persuasive.”
After the shopping was complete, they treated themselves to a late lunch at an elegant café, which according to Rhiannon’s carefully studied research, was one of the most popular spots in town. And Liam had to admit, it had great atmosphere.
The entire place was decorated like a Parisian café, with lush pink flowers hanging from baskets on the walls and wrought iron adorning the tables, chairs, and fencing in the outdoor patio. Well worn rustic tiles the color of sand laid on the floor, and a live band played soothing piano and violin in the corner.
They sat at a round table beneath a rustic chandelier with dripping crystals that caught the light, surrounded by people happily chattering away while they feasted on exquisite French cuisine.
Liam scanned the menu, passing over any item with a name he couldn’t understand. Settling on a sandwich, he ordered a beer to go with it and sat back to enjoy himself.
“I don’t know….” Capri was saying, eyeing the glass of champagne Blythe was forcing on her apprehensively. “We still have to get back to Central Park, and I don’t think me being drunk is going to help any.”
Blythe snorted out a laugh and shoved the glass into Capri’s hand. “Worse comes to worse, Liam will carry you. Now drink up and enjoy yourself, this is your day.”
Capri shot an embarrassed glance at Liam. “I won’t do that to you.”
He only grinned. “As long as I don’t have to carry more than one of you at a time, I’ll be fine.”
She still didn’t look convinced, but took a tentative sip of the champagne anyway. The bubbles burst on her tongue as she swallowed, and she took another quick sip before setting down the glass on the table. “Champagne has grown on me. I really didn’t like it at first.”
“Your tastes are more refined now,” Rhiannon said, taking a sip from her own glass.
“I still prefer beer, but because we’re celebrating getting our dresses I’ll stick with the bubbly.” Blythe downed her glass and grinned. “So, who wants to hear my plan to get Brogan laid?”
At Blythe’s words, Rhiannon started choking on her champagne, coughing into her hand as Liam patted her back and laughed at Blythe.
“What’s this, now?” he asked, rubbing Rhiannon’s back as the coughing fit subsided. She glared at Blythe with watery eyes, unsure if she was amused or mortified.
Blythe simply grinned. “Well, now that we’re getting along or whatever, I figured it was my step-sisterly duty to help him out. I don’t think he gets to meet too many people, and Jax knows some good girls down in Texas that I got to meet when I was there recently. I think there’s one or two of them that he might click with.”
“I don’t think Brogan would appreciate you playing matchmaker,” Rhiannon began, shaking her head and fearing for her quiet, good natured friend. “He’s very shy, I don’t know if he could handle you springing some girl on him.”
Blythe waved the thought away. “He’ll be fine. Besides, he’s gonna have to put himself out there eventually.”
Rhiannon looked
While Blythe and Capri spoke with Eileen about accessories, Liam reached for Rhiannon’s hand and kissed it, eyeing her suggestively.
“You know, since Eileen is so busy, maybe I could come on in there and help you out of this dress,” he murmured, kissing her hand again before straightening and pulling her against him. “Whaddya say?”
She pursed her lips and frowned in Eileen’s direction. “I’m almost certain that’s a violation of store policy. We wouldn’t want them to kick us out.”
“No, I guess we wouldn’t.” He leaned in to kiss her nose playfully. “Well, then I fully expect you to slip into this thing the moment we get home so I can get you right back out of it again.”
She laughed and smiled up at him, one eyebrow cocked questioningly. “And if I say no?”
Humor flashed with the desire in his eyes. “I can be very persuasive.”
After the shopping was complete, they treated themselves to a late lunch at an elegant café, which according to Rhiannon’s carefully studied research, was one of the most popular spots in town. And Liam had to admit, it had great atmosphere.
The entire place was decorated like a Parisian café, with lush pink flowers hanging from baskets on the walls and wrought iron adorning the tables, chairs, and fencing in the outdoor patio. Well worn rustic tiles the color of sand laid on the floor, and a live band played soothing piano and violin in the corner.
They sat at a round table beneath a rustic chandelier with dripping crystals that caught the light, surrounded by people happily chattering away while they feasted on exquisite French cuisine.
Liam scanned the menu, passing over any item with a name he couldn’t understand. Settling on a sandwich, he ordered a beer to go with it and sat back to enjoy himself.
“I don’t know….” Capri was saying, eyeing the glass of champagne Blythe was forcing on her apprehensively. “We still have to get back to Central Park, and I don’t think me being drunk is going to help any.”
Blythe snorted out a laugh and shoved the glass into Capri’s hand. “Worse comes to worse, Liam will carry you. Now drink up and enjoy yourself, this is your day.”
Capri shot an embarrassed glance at Liam. “I won’t do that to you.”
He only grinned. “As long as I don’t have to carry more than one of you at a time, I’ll be fine.”
She still didn’t look convinced, but took a tentative sip of the champagne anyway. The bubbles burst on her tongue as she swallowed, and she took another quick sip before setting down the glass on the table. “Champagne has grown on me. I really didn’t like it at first.”
“Your tastes are more refined now,” Rhiannon said, taking a sip from her own glass.
“I still prefer beer, but because we’re celebrating getting our dresses I’ll stick with the bubbly.” Blythe downed her glass and grinned. “So, who wants to hear my plan to get Brogan laid?”
At Blythe’s words, Rhiannon started choking on her champagne, coughing into her hand as Liam patted her back and laughed at Blythe.
“What’s this, now?” he asked, rubbing Rhiannon’s back as the coughing fit subsided. She glared at Blythe with watery eyes, unsure if she was amused or mortified.
Blythe simply grinned. “Well, now that we’re getting along or whatever, I figured it was my step-sisterly duty to help him out. I don’t think he gets to meet too many people, and Jax knows some good girls down in Texas that I got to meet when I was there recently. I think there’s one or two of them that he might click with.”
“I don’t think Brogan would appreciate you playing matchmaker,” Rhiannon began, shaking her head and fearing for her quiet, good natured friend. “He’s very shy, I don’t know if he could handle you springing some girl on him.”
Blythe waved the thought away. “He’ll be fine. Besides, he’s gonna have to put himself out there eventually.”
Rhiannon looked
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