Page 35 of Not Your Average Vixen
She swallowed the giant bite as Dan held up a little trash can, and she disposed of the peel.
Perhaps Soren wasn’t so bad. Maybe there was something inside of him that she could appeal to? She’d swear she’d glimpsed a good man last night. She turned to him, then parted her lips, but before she could speak, he winced.
“Now, you’ve got banana in your teeth.”
She gasped and pulled her sunglasses out of her bag to use their reflection as a mirror.
“Like that salsa guy last night. Only banana,” he added with onejerktasticsmirk.
She stared at her mirrored reflection, smiling like a game show hostess and shifting her jaw to check every tooth.
“No, I don’t!” she shot back.
He shrugged—a cocky little movement. It made her want to slug him right in his beautiful face.
“My bad. I guess I was wrong.”
She slid the glasses on and scooted as far away from thisScooteras possible.
What was the penalty for punching a smug worst best man in the presence of a Santa lookalike? It was the holidays. A time for kindness, leniency, and goodwill toward women and men who weren’t giant wedding crashers. And her sister was a lawyer—a Harvard educated lawyer. She could get her out of jail.
Bridget huffed a frustrated breath.
No, no, no!
She was not about to take his bait and add any drama to this week. She was a steamroller—there to smooth out any rough patches—including a best man with the worst intentions.
She’d ignore him. She’d formulate a battle plan. But just as the thought materialized, so did one hell of a yawn.
“It appears you didn’t get much sleep last night?” he said, all cool tone and detached sexiness.
“I slept fine,” she replied as her treacherous body yawned again.
“I know you did. I watched you.”
Her head whipped toward him, and she caught a glimpse of the witty, affectionate man who’d made her body hum all night. What was going on with this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde routine?
“You did?” she whispered, throwing a furtive glance toward Dan, who wasfa, la, la, la, la-ingaway to the Christmas music.
But just as quickly as Soren looked ready to offer her the world, his expression hardened.
“Yeah, you drool.”
Her jaw dropped, and so did another yawn.
So, this was how it was going to be!
She wedged herself into the door and rested her head on the window.
Think of Lori. Think of Lori. Think of Lori.
She closed her eyes, but instead of her sister’s face, she saw her grandmother. Yes, she’d channel Grandma Dasher. She’d dig deep and stand her ground. Her grandma Dasher was kind and soft-spoken, but she also had a steel spine and probably a touch of vixen.
Be the vixen.
The low rumble of the engine and the soothing hum of the road soon had her on the brink of sleep. She’d rest her eyes for a few minutes. She’d allow herself this tiny respite before the epic holiday wedding battle between Rudolph and Dasher commenced.
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