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always in a
hurry to get it over with so he could get back to work. Profit
margins, you know.”
Chris said it in a light way, but the small crease
that appeared between his eyebrows as he spoke made Whitney think
that it wasn’t funny at all to him.
“And your parents?”
“Live in Maine,” he said, cutting her off. “I assume
your family is in Boston?”
“Sort of,” Whitney said. She met his eyes and
considered telling him the truth about her family. Not that there
was anyone to tell him about. The Easts were her only family now,
and it was for them that she needed to stay focused on her
job—getting their family vacation home in perfect shape for the
wedding which was getting closer with each passing hour.
Chris set his drink down and looked intently at her
face. Whitney was afraid he was going to ask about her family, and
she was afraid she felt like trusting him enough to spill the whole
story. Now was not the time.
“Boston seems so far away right now.” Whitney sipped
her drink as she looked out the wall of windows catching the pink
and orange glow from the sunset. “Not that I’m complaining,” she
said, her smile also catching the glow from the setting sun.
“So I have you all to myself,” Chris said, leaning
closer. He couldn’t get the feel of her lips or her smell out of
his mind. This dinner might just drive him over the edge.
“For the next eight and a half days,” she said
lightly. “And then,” she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially,
“all hell breaks loose.”
“Zombies are attacking the island?” he asked.
“House guests. Lots of them. And then there won’t be
a minute’s peace.”
“The wedding,” Chris said flatly.
Whitney rolled her eyes. “I don’t even want to think
about it right now. It’s such a mess.”
“Then why go through with it?”
Whitney took another sip of her drink and leveled
him with a serious stare. It must have been a look just like that
that had Rick thinking she could be dangerous. He backed off a few
inches. If she didn’t want to get married, he couldn’t think of a
single reason why she should. A woman with charm, sizzle, and legs
like that didn’t have to settle for anyone she didn’t want.
“Because I said I would and I’m not letting Taylor
down.”
“Taylor is lucky to have you,” he said softly.
Whitney took a deep breath and blew it out slowly,
her hand toying with a piece of silverware left on the table after
their appetizer plates had been cleared away.
“Honestly, I’m the lucky one,” she said.
Chris knew his face probably gave away his confusion
and even frustration. He couldn’t help it. Whitney was technically
his opponent, and they were on opposite sides of a mess that he had
created, even though his intentions were good. She could take down
his company with a snap of her fingers. And yet he hated the fact
that she appeared to be sacrificing herself to a wedding she was
going through with for some reason other than the right reason.
He knew he shouldn’t care. His real reason for
spending time with her was to distract her from her admittedly
justified anger at Blue Isle Construction. At least, that was the
story he was trying to sell himself. He couldn’t help the fact that
the process of distracting her was so…attractive to him. Her green
eyes rimmed in black and the way the light glanced off her long
brown hair as she raised her head to smile at him should have
frightened him more than the angry ultimatum she left on his
answering machine. And it did. The logical part of his brain told
him he should be very much on his guard.
And yet, she continued to surprise him. She seemed
loyal to the East family, but then she was here having dinner with
him when she was marrying Taylor East in only about ten days. She
kissed him like she meant it on his boat, but she was still
planning her walk down the aisle. With someone else. What the
hell?
He wanted to kiss her anyway. Kiss her until she
forgot
hurry to get it over with so he could get back to work. Profit
margins, you know.”
Chris said it in a light way, but the small crease
that appeared between his eyebrows as he spoke made Whitney think
that it wasn’t funny at all to him.
“And your parents?”
“Live in Maine,” he said, cutting her off. “I assume
your family is in Boston?”
“Sort of,” Whitney said. She met his eyes and
considered telling him the truth about her family. Not that there
was anyone to tell him about. The Easts were her only family now,
and it was for them that she needed to stay focused on her
job—getting their family vacation home in perfect shape for the
wedding which was getting closer with each passing hour.
Chris set his drink down and looked intently at her
face. Whitney was afraid he was going to ask about her family, and
she was afraid she felt like trusting him enough to spill the whole
story. Now was not the time.
“Boston seems so far away right now.” Whitney sipped
her drink as she looked out the wall of windows catching the pink
and orange glow from the sunset. “Not that I’m complaining,” she
said, her smile also catching the glow from the setting sun.
“So I have you all to myself,” Chris said, leaning
closer. He couldn’t get the feel of her lips or her smell out of
his mind. This dinner might just drive him over the edge.
“For the next eight and a half days,” she said
lightly. “And then,” she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially,
“all hell breaks loose.”
“Zombies are attacking the island?” he asked.
“House guests. Lots of them. And then there won’t be
a minute’s peace.”
“The wedding,” Chris said flatly.
Whitney rolled her eyes. “I don’t even want to think
about it right now. It’s such a mess.”
“Then why go through with it?”
Whitney took another sip of her drink and leveled
him with a serious stare. It must have been a look just like that
that had Rick thinking she could be dangerous. He backed off a few
inches. If she didn’t want to get married, he couldn’t think of a
single reason why she should. A woman with charm, sizzle, and legs
like that didn’t have to settle for anyone she didn’t want.
“Because I said I would and I’m not letting Taylor
down.”
“Taylor is lucky to have you,” he said softly.
Whitney took a deep breath and blew it out slowly,
her hand toying with a piece of silverware left on the table after
their appetizer plates had been cleared away.
“Honestly, I’m the lucky one,” she said.
Chris knew his face probably gave away his confusion
and even frustration. He couldn’t help it. Whitney was technically
his opponent, and they were on opposite sides of a mess that he had
created, even though his intentions were good. She could take down
his company with a snap of her fingers. And yet he hated the fact
that she appeared to be sacrificing herself to a wedding she was
going through with for some reason other than the right reason.
He knew he shouldn’t care. His real reason for
spending time with her was to distract her from her admittedly
justified anger at Blue Isle Construction. At least, that was the
story he was trying to sell himself. He couldn’t help the fact that
the process of distracting her was so…attractive to him. Her green
eyes rimmed in black and the way the light glanced off her long
brown hair as she raised her head to smile at him should have
frightened him more than the angry ultimatum she left on his
answering machine. And it did. The logical part of his brain told
him he should be very much on his guard.
And yet, she continued to surprise him. She seemed
loyal to the East family, but then she was here having dinner with
him when she was marrying Taylor East in only about ten days. She
kissed him like she meant it on his boat, but she was still
planning her walk down the aisle. With someone else. What the
hell?
He wanted to kiss her anyway. Kiss her until she
forgot
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