Page 46 of Wedding Bet

Then it all came back to me at once. My eyes shot open and I turned over in bed to see Landry, looking every bit like a male model off-duty as he snoozed away peacefully in the morning light, one muscled arm up above his head.

God.

Good holyLord.

He was so beautiful. So handsome. Somuchto take in.

How on Earth had I been with this man last night? How could this man have wanted me, too? It was like nothing I could have dreamed, yet it had been my reality.

His golden skin. His scent. Andfuck, the incredible way he’d known exactly how to touch me last night.

You’re not falling for him, I reminded myself.

This is a one-time, wedding vacation fling. So get used to it.

Fake boyfriend, remember?

I breathed in deep, trying and failing to shake off the magical feeling from last night.

I glanced at the clock on the side table behind him and did a double-take.

Suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about last night at all, as panic surged through my veins.

“Shit.Shit. How is it already ten fifteen?”

Landry hummed, reaching out to hitch his hands around my waist, tugging me toward him under the crisp white sheets. He mumbled something unintelligible.

“Landry,” I said. “We’re already late for the brunch. I promised I’d help Chase and Mom with the fresh flower delivery, and the wedding starts in just a few hours—”

Landry’s eyes opened just as quickly as mine had. “Wedding. Fuck.Wedding.”

“We slept so damn long.”

Landry reached his arms up above his head, stretching out, the sheets coming down to expose his bare chest.

Inches and inches of bare, perfectly muscled chest.

“Unfair,” I said. “So unfair. Fuck, you are hot. How does someone look that perfect—”

He hummed, giving me a playful glance. “Oh, hush. And speak for yourself.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What?” Landry protested. “You’re adorable.”

“And now you’re making me blush, way too early in the morning.”

“Except it’s not early at all,” he murmured, stretching again, “because apparently I sleep like arockwhen you’re around.”

“So you finally slept well?” I asked.

His eyes looked serene. “Better than ever. Thank you, Jamie. Better than any medicine could do. It’s like I’m in a whole new world.”

“Now you’re making me want to sing that song,” I said. “A whole new world…”

“Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “That’s one thing you should know about me. Cost of doing business with Landry Lucock: you’ll probably get a lot of songs stuck in your head.”

“Okay, okay, I’m getting up,” I said. “I’ve got to go back down to my room and get the right clothes on, and then head to the lobby to ask about the florist. I can’t believe it’s already the wedding day.Thewedding day. I’m so damn excited.”

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