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“Did I just see a man walk you home?”
Tori laughed. “What is wrong with you? You are about to get married, why aren’t you having sex or something? Seriously, I didn’t peg you for a Peeping Tom.” She walked to the side window and peered out to see the Allison’s silhouette at her upstairs window. Allison waved.
“I was looking out to see if Taylor’s truck was parked yet. He’s gone to a call and, as usual, I’m worried someone’s going to shoot him.”
Tori couldn’t imagine. “Stop fretting. It’s probably the nerds over at the pool hall. They always get into an argument at closing time.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Allison paused. “So who was that?”
“Remember George Weston?”
“The hot track runner you dated after college?”
“That’s the one. He’s in town for a bit to help his parents with some projects.”
Allison whistled. “And is one of his projects Tori?”
It was hard not to laugh at the truth in Allison’s statement. “He may think so, but it’s a no. I am not about to jump into a temporary fling. I want to date someone who is stable, plans to stick around and make it permanent.”
“You’ve turned down every guy that has asked you out lately.”
Tori nodded. “Yeah, but that’s because I wasn’t ready. I’m ready now. I may actually go back through the guys that remain available and see if anyone is still interested.”
“Wow, you are serious.” Allison clicked her tongue. “I’ll have to help you. You’re bad at choosing men.”
“I beg your pardon,” Tori pretended to be offended. “Need I reminder you of Icky Ted? That guy you dated was so gross.”
“He had kind eyes.”
“And dirty hair, stinky breath and long fingernails.”
“Eww, yes, he was gross,” Allison said then gasped. “Oh, I have to go, Taylor’s here.”
The call ended and Tori stared back to the now empty window. “Good night, Allison.”
Leah lifted herwine glass and took a tentative sip. She’d not tried that particular brand before and, although the aroma was good, she hated when wine turned out to be bitter. She was pleasantly surprised to find it was well rounded and substantial in flavor.
“Yum.”
“Thanks.” Luke, her hunky man, walked into the kitchen from the hallway wearing only sweatpants and carrying his little dog, who looked over to Leah as if she were an interloper in the relationship. Leah wanted to laugh.
“I was referring to my wine. Although I have to admit, you are a yummy sight.” Truth. His muscular build never ceased to amaze her. The man had an amazing body and being he was drop dead gorgeous didn’t hurt one bit. It still boggled her mind that he was all hers.
She scowled and met his gaze. “I have a problem. You need to help me.”
“I’ll get you a snack,” he told the dog, placing the little runt down on the couch. He gave her his full attention while digging in a cookie jar for a dog biscuit. “What’s wrong?”
Leah took another sip of wine. “Mimi wants me to throw her a bachelorette party. Me, the woman who has only two close friends, is supposed to plan a party. And need I mention that both of my friends don’t like her?”
True to form, Luke just lifted his eyebrows and slid a look to his dog that’d been joined by hers. The dogs watched him with expectation and he went over and gave them their treats. “You can always go with her and do one of those woman things…nails or whatever.” He walked back to her and hugged her.
“Nails?” Leah laughed and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “Thanks, Babe.”
She let out a sigh. “I suppose I can plan a girls’ night out and invite Allison and Mindy. Allison has to come since she’s family and Mindy is sort of dating Eric, so she’ll also feel obligated.”
Luke was content to nod.
“But then I feel bad not including Tori. Not that she’d come anyway, but still. This is such a huge mistake. You really need to talk to your brother.”
“Tried. He didn’t want to hear it.” He pressed his lips to the side of her neck and began licking at the sensitive spot. Leah squirmed and tried to get out of his embrace. But when he nipped at the skin, she couldn’t help but moan. “My brother is as stubborn as I am and he doesn’t want to hear it. Made up his mind.”
“That is so crazy. Why is he getting married?”
Instead of a reply, he lifted her up into his arms. “Let’s finish this conversation in the bedroom.”
“You know darned well we won’t be talking in there.”
“But you may come up with a good idea of what to do.”
“No, I won’t. My brain is already fuzzy.”
