Page 58 of The Rented Bride

His gaze snagged on her mouth. The woman was beautiful.

Voices in the main room caused him to look in that direction.

“I doubt they are here, James.”

Annie.

“I know my grandson,” James replied.

Cassie drew a sharp breath and Trent gave a low laugh. “You act as if we’re two teenagers who got caught necking.”

Her wide-eyed expression said he was right.

Trent leaned closer.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Kissing my wife.”

Her brow furrowed.

“It is what Granddad expects to find, isn’t it?” he asked.

Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t back away when he pressed his lips to hers. She tensed, but he probed her lips with his tongue and she opened, leaning into him. Desire whipped through him, centering in his cock. But she was vulnerable and he was honorable. He inched back and tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear.

“So how soon do you need to leave?” he whispered.

She blinked, her attention shifting from his mouth to his eyes. “What?”

He brushed her cheek with a thumb. “You’re needed in Miami.”

“Don’t you need me here?”

He nodded. “Granddad will understand you have to work—for a few days.”

“I thought I could delay a couple days, but Eterio is panicking. The wedding is Friday afternoon through a Saturday brunch. I can catch a flight back Saturday evening.”

“I can have my jet ready in a few hours,” Trent said.

Her mouth formed an o. She shook her head. “I can catch a commercial flight.”

He placed his hand on her lower back and escorted her from the room. “I think we’re about to have our first argument as a married couple.”

“There you are,” his grandfather said. He and Annie started toward them.

“Prepare to be mauled a second time, lass,” Trent said in a light Scottish brogue.

Her mouth fell open as Trent steered her toward his grandfather.