Page 47 of The Wedding Run
“Definitely not,” he says. “It’s the best way to enjoy cotton candy.”
“And you…” I stop myself.
“What?” he asks, his voice low and enticing.
“Did you sneak one of those peppermints?”
He chuckles. “We’ve had more revelations today than we need.”
“I was talking about your girlfriend. Beth or Beth Ann or Benelope. Whatever her name is.”
“Bethany. And she’s not my girlfriend. She never was. Are you jealous?” he teases, his voice velvety smooth.
I lean forward and straighten Andrea’s wedding dress to break the spell that seems to have enveloped us. “I suppose you learned something about Benelope today. She’s territorial, don’t you think?”
“I learned something about you, too.” His voice dips into that sexy range again.
My cheeks grow warm under his scrutiny. I cross my arms over my middle. “About that, you know, the uh…”
“Kiss?” he finishes when I can’t seem to say the word.
“Yes, that.” I fiddle with a button on my sleeve. “I was going to say?—"
“Congratulations!” A woman passenger interrupts as she scoots by with two young children. “And good luck to you both.”
“Oh,” I say, “we’re not?—”
“Thanks!” Luke interrupts.
I punch his arm. “Quit saying that! It only causes more problems.”
He laughs. “Blame me all you want, but that kiss was your fault.”
“Was not,” I state. “But, Luke, it can’t happen again.”
He nods, but I see him withdrawing, pulling away. I instantly regret my words.
The train lurches forward, chugging at a slow, plodding pace.
My gaze is drawn to the window. Passengers crowd the depot as they step off another train. A gray-haired woman who looks like Delia turns toward a middle-aged man. “Hey! That’s my dad.”
“Where?” Luke asks.
The train keeps moving, and I lean into the window, straining to keep my father in sight. With… yes, that’s her! Delia. She drops something, and they both bend to pick it up. My dad reaches it first, practically tripping over himself. What is happening?
The train pushes forward until I can no longer see them.
Feeling unsettled and stunned, I flop back into my seat.
“You okay?” Luke asks.
“That was my dad. With Delia," I say, emphasizing the second part.
“The Bookmark’s owner. Nice lady.”
“I know her,” I snap. “Sorry. I didn’t know… she and my dad… What are they doing?”
“Returning something from the wedding?”
