Page 36 of Doing It for Love

Landon’s dirty socks.

Landon’s dirty socksalwayson the floor.

In the living room.

Every day.

Bam. Take that, libido.

I turn to him, and he’s concentrating on the ceiling as well. My eyes skate down his body and I watch his hard drive morph into a floppy disk.

“Didn’t you say this was supposed to be fun?” he says after a minute.

“It’s not fun simply kissing me?” I tease, still trying to keep my breathing even. Oh, my plan is working. Our wedding night is going to be so hot and sweaty and double-fudge raspberry cheesecake that’s the size of the moon.

He growls, fists a pillow, and pushes it over his face. I lean up to tickle him, but when I look over Landon’s shoulder all I see is a big, wet puppy nose, and when Buster catches my gaze he barks and I fall off the bed.

I hear Landon’s muffled laughter from beneath the pillow over his head, and Buster’s collar jangles like crazy as he makes his way to me and tries to pick up where Landon left off. I hold on to my gag reflex as a giant, slobbery tongue heads right for my entire face.

“Buster, no,” I scold, but it’s no use. That tongue finds my skin, and I smash my lips together and close my eyes in a futile attempt to keep the disgusting level down.

“Hey,” I hear Landon from over my head. I want to yell at him for not helping me out here, but there’s no way I’m opening my mouth when I’m being tongued by a hundred-pound pit bull.

“When you’re done making out with the dog, I want to show you something,” he says, and I can damn near hear the laughter in his voice. I push my hand into Buster’s collar and yank him away before he starts getting a little too friendly with me.

“Shower first,” I tell him through squished lips, and I crawl to my feet.

“Down the hall. It’s the room with the toilet in it.”

“Thanks. I never would’ve figured that out.”

He stretches on the bed, and I take the opportunity to grab a pillow and toss it at his crotch. Then I bolt from the room before he tosses it back.

After my cold shower, I put on the least sexy thing I packed and keep Buster close. I need a cock-blocker if Landon can get me revved up while I’m completely hungover.

I was hoping to smell some sort of food as I make my way down to the kitchen, but it’s just the soap from the shower. I smooth my braid over my shoulder when I reach the landing and subtly fix my bra straps to make sure they aren’t showing. Last Night Lizzie didn’t make a very good impression. But by golly, Breakfast Lizzie will win over the in-laws. Hurdle number three, I will clear you.

Honk!

“The whole point to this weekend was to talk about the wedding. We haven’t even gone over anything.”

Landon’s voice filters through the living room, and I follow it to the front door.

“Your mother forgot about her doctor’s appointment,” Mr. Wangford says.

“On a Saturday?”

“It’s a weekend clinic.”

Honk!

I tentatively turn the corner to where Landon and his dad are. Mr. Wangford has his keys in his hand, hanging out on the porch while Landon hovers in the open doorway. All I can see of Landon is the back of his beet red neck, so I sidle up and lightly tug on his arms. He uncrosses them and takes my hand.

“Why would she schedule a doctor’s appointmentthisweekend? Meeting Liz was her idea.”

“I know…she just wasn’t expecting an engagement—”

HonkHonk!

---