Page 55 of Stolen Kisses
“Jack said he didn’t want a bachelor party. I asked.”
“Grace said the same about a bachelorette party. But I don’t feel right about doing nothing. I mean, you only get married once.”
“If you’re lucky.”
Krista met his gaze. Did he mean that? Did he think that those who fell in love and got married were lucky? Because that would surprise her. “Maybe we should have an anti-bachelor-and-bachelorette party. We could do it the week before Thanksgiving. And plan it together, since we make such a great team and all.”
Noah thought on this. “I like that. Sounds like a plan to me. They’re getting married the weekend after Thanksgiving. Why don’t we just—”
“Exactly!” Krista bounced on her chair.
“I didn’t even say anything yet.” Noah grinned at her, those boyish dimples sending shivers up her spine.
“But I know what you were going to say. We should have a Friends-and-family-giving. They can’t protest that. And we’ll bring everyone together and celebrate Jack and Grace’s upcoming marriage.”
Noah scratched his chin, casting her a teasing look. “Yeah. Glad I thought of that. That’s a pretty damn good idea.”
“Your boat and my townhouse are too small.”
“We can have it at the Sawyer Seafood Company’s office. We’ll give Grace the day off, for some reason that I’ll make up, and you and I can get busy.”
“I love this idea.” Krista finished off her glass of wine, feeling elated and tipsy and absolutely in lust with Noah—more so than usual. The romantic dinner he’d created was definitely working its magic on her. And so was the charm of the cabin.
He set his fork down. “I’m full.”
“Me, too.”
Leaning forward, he blew out the candles, leaving them in the glow of the setting sun through the window.
His gaze lingered on her. “So, what else should I know about romance? Since I’m learning this weekend.”
Krista tapped her chin, thinking about it. “I’ve always thought dancing was romantic.”
“I used to do one mean Funky Monkey.”
A laugh tore from her throat. “I remember. It was terrible,” she said through scattered breaths.
Noah looked offended. “Girls swooned.”
Yeah, she’d been one of them. “I was talking about slow dancing. You know, standing close, her hands on his shoulders, his hands on her waist.”
Noah nodded, keeping his gaze pinned on her. “I knew what you meant. I’m not sure Jack is much of a dancer.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised what a man will do when he’s in love.”
“Yeah? Talking from experience?”
Krista shook her head. “Not my own. But, from what Grace has told me, I’m willing to bet that Jack will dance.”
“We should set it up then.” Noah stood and headed into the living room. He opened the entertainment center and thumbed through a drawer of CDs. “Aha. Nothing more romantic than this,” he said, shielding the CD as he slid it in.
“I’m scared to ask.” She sat on the edge of the couch.
He glanced over his shoulder and grinned. Then he pressedPLAY. A slow romantic tune filled the air.
“The Righteous Brothers,” Krista said, IDing the band immediately. “Good choice.”
Noah held out a hand to her.
