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“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I’ll be your date. I would love to be. I’m a date! June’s date!” He smiled, blew me a kiss.
I could hardly resist that man. Some people might say I’m rebounding, but I’m not. It’s been over two years since I leftGrayson. My marriage was only two years long. The last year of the marriage was dead and I did my best to hide from it. I could fall into Reece’s smile and stay there forever.
He stood up, towering over me, and I took a step closer. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in. I closed my eyes, shivered on the inside, and tilted my head back. I wanted to kiss that man so much I could hardly breathe. I felt myself relax into our sweet, hot passion . . .
The stairs shook as Estelle and Leoni clambered up, Morgan’s laugh only somewhat muted by her astronaut’s helmet.
Reece held my gaze, his chest rising up and down, up and down, and I knew that he was struggling as much as I was. He had such a nice chest and I wanted to wrap my arms around him, my legs around his hips . . .
I actually shuddered. What do you call a shudder like that? A lust shudder?
Oh, my friend Reece was irresistible, yes, he was.
The three burst through the door and Morgan shouted, “Four, three, two, one, liftoff!”
Estelle growled, “You can cut the passion in this studio with a pair of sewing scissors.”
Leoni piped up, “We’ve interrupted the softness of the romantic moment. Sorry, June!”
There’s a good reason for chaperones, you know.
Five Things I’m Worried About
August’s wedding and the dresses. Will they all be done in time?
Reece. What’s the point of falling in love only to be smashed by it?
What if a lightning storm crackles down on August’s wedding?
Morgan. Her father is such a lout.
The article. What if people hate the dresses and I am laughed right off the beach?
I played online Scrabble. Again, I lost.
