Page 103 of Love Is Brewing

“Big eyes,” she said. “And many on me since I’m with you.”

It was hard not to notice. Some of those eyes were on Jamie’s side of the wedding invites.

Most knew about Elias’s business and many wanted his beer. They wanted it without having to drive to North Carolina to get it.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t happening even though she knew Elias had beer shipped only to West’s pub that he owned to have on tap.

No, not shipped.

A staff member drove it here personally, then drove back.

Talk about family loyalty and support.

“You’re handling it well,” he said in her ear.

“I’ve been around big events a time or two. And trust me, you don’t know stress unless you’re in front of a judge that hates your family, and a jury that would love nothing more than to hang your client and you’ve got to get them all to be on your side.”

She only wished her grandfather had been alive to prove to him she could win cases despitehisname, that she wasn’t riding on it to get ahead in life.

Then she wondered why she always felt like she had to do those things.

Her parents never pushed it on her.

She did it to herself.

Just like she was the one holding back from telling Elias how she felt.

“I’m sure you didn’t break a sweat,” he said. “You’ve got the ability to let the outside world not see you. The real you.”

She angled her head to the side. “Do you see me?” she asked softly.

“I do,” he said. “The real you. I guess the question I need to know is if you see the same?”

“I do,” she said. “I’m going to show it to you later too.”

“Now I want this wedding over even faster.”

She laughed. “I gave you another reason other than getting out of your suit?”

“You did,” he said. “Just like I need to get you out of this dress. I swear that slit couldn’t go any higher.”

She laughed. Her dress was navy, fitted to her body and strapless, to the floor, with a slit up her left leg. She didn’t think it was that high, but sitting down, it showed a lot of her leg.

Thankfully she could hide that under the table.

“I should have tried sitting down with the dress on when I bought it,” she said.

“Oh no,” he said, his hand sliding up and down her back. “Then you wouldn’t have bought it and teased me like this.”

“You’re right,” she said. “I wouldn’t have. But I’ve got a few hours to tease you some more and I’m going to do it.” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “I have no bra on and only a tiny little thong.”

He dropped his head to her forehead. “That’s cruel.”

“That’s fun,” she said, laughing.

And when they were in their hotel room four hours later, she didn’t even get a chance to move past the closed door before he had her back against it, his mouth on hers and his hand under her dress via the slit.

“Shit,” he said. “It’s silk on top of it.”

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