The Sure Thing

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guys, laughing and picking up suspenders, shooting them at each other like slingshots. 
    “Hi guys.”  Becca gave a weak smile and prayed this would end before five o'clock . S he wanted to get to the organic market before it closed at six.
    “Becca Ellison, this is Cliff Harrison and Randy Scott.”  Katie made the introductions and Becca wondered if the other two weren't coming.  “It turns out that Steve can't make it, he had some emergency at work.  But he can get fitted and send the measurements to the shop, right?”
    “Sure.  I mean, I guess so.  Where's the other one?”
    “The other what?”  Katie looked confused.
    “The other groomsman.  Didn't you say there were four?
    “Oh, yes.  Nicholas.  He's going to meet us here, he's coming straight from the airport.”
    “Okay, well, let's find the tailor and get this show on the road.”  Becca worried that she might sound impatient, but decided that she really didn't care.  She had better things to do.
    “Don't you think we should wait for Nick?” Jordan asked.
    “Hey, I was here before any of you guys.” 
    Becca turned to see Nice Ass approaching the group, his smile wide and infectious. 
    “Nick!” The chorus of greetings carried across the store, and Nick was immediately accosted by masculine hugs and overzealous back slaps.  He stopped and gave Katie's shoulder a warm squeeze, and then they both turned to her . 
    “Nick, this is Becca Ellison, the wedding caterer.  Becca, Nick Brady.” 
    “We...kinda met,” she said, shaking his hand as he gave her a sheepish grin.  He held her gaze and she noticed his eyes were an intense green with a ring of brown around the edge.  They were really nice eyes.
    Becca turned her attention to the wider group.  “Why don't you guys visit for a minute , I'll find the tailor, and then we'll get started.”  As the fittings began, Becca tried, and failed, to avert her eyes when the tailor got to Nick, drawing his tape measure around his trim hips, then up over his respectably wide shoulders.  He wasn't overly tall , probably an inch shy of six feet , but he had a sturdy, wide chest and flat abs.  Yum.
    Once the fittings were complete, Becca made a quick exit, still intent on getting to the market.  Flopping in the front seat , she jammed the keys in the ignition, glanced quickly at her phone for messages, and backed out of her spot .  But when she looked into her rear-view mirror, she saw a male figure approaching her car with a swift, determined gait.
    Nick .
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
    Nick sat back on Becca's couch, taking the glass of red wine she offered.  She gave him a wide, warm smile.  God, it was a beautiful smile.  It made him want to do something worthy of such happiness, like tell her she'd won the lottery, or ask her to the senior prom.
    “Sorry, I don't have anything to offer you to eat.  I haven't been to the grocery store this week.”
    “That's okay.  I didn't come up here to eat.”
    She studied the wine in her glass, swirled it a bit.  “Why did you come up here?”
    He wished he had a cool, suave answer.  But he didn't, so he told her the truth instead.  “When I saw you in the store … I don't know, I just wanted to get to know you.”
    “Even when you thought I was an Ascot Formal Wear employee?”
    “Especially then.”
    “You wanted me to fit you for that tux, didn't you?” she teased.  “Take your measurements?  Sigh in amazement when the tape measure barely made it around your bulging chest?”
    “Yep.  I have this need to be groped by strange women.  I spend a few days a week getting mole checks at the dermatologist's office.”
    “Really.”
    “I'm afraid so.”  The way her nose crinkled when she smiled made his head buzz.  W as he feeling … happiness?  Attraction?  No, more than attraction . D esire?  It was hard to say.  She was definitely beautiful . H er eyes were wide and brown, her hair golden blonde, falling past her shoulders. 

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