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If he touches me again, how am I going to resist him? Worse, what does my weakness bode for my future?
Suddenly, Hayden takes my hand in his and seems all too happy to hustle me outside. “Thanks for your help, Misty. We’ll look for you on Saturday at nine a.m.”
“I see a lot of brides and grooms, so I have a sense of who will make it. You two belong together. It seems like you know each other really well, but still tease and have plenty of fire. It’s a good recipe for success.” She smiles and waves. “See you this weekend.”
Is that something she says to all the couples who come through the door? I don’t think so. Misty seems professional, yes. But pretty dang honest, too.
Could Hayden and I be happily married?
I shouldn’t even consider the idea…but it’s hard not to.
The minute the door closes behind us, I’m overwhelmed by the nagging worry that I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve for him to see. And if Derek could read my thoughts now, what would he say?
“There’s no need to put on an act for Misty anymore.” I glance back to verify we’re around the corner, then tug my hand from his.
He grabs it again and pulls me closer. “Who says I’m acting?”
Before I can object, he swipes at my bottom lip with his thumb again, a slow, sensual sweep that leaves me tingling, weak-kneed, and desperate.
“Hayden…”
He doesn’t answer, just drops his stare to my lips, which automatically part to welcome him. His eyes darken. Intent stamps his face.
He’s going to kiss me.
I should push him away, say no. I know that.
But this may be the only time in my life I’ll ever know what it feels like when Hayden Hughes voluntarily kisses me like a woman. How can I pass it up?
“God, that look. You’re killing me.” His rough voice sounds strained.
“What do you mean?”
“Your eyes. They’re eating me up.” He rakes an agitated hand through his hair. “You need to be kissed by someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing—and clearly that isn’t Derek.”
“I’m engaged.” But when I’m this close to Hayden, it’s hard to care.
His dark eyes drill into my soul. “To the wrong man. Give me one good reason not to kiss you.”
I should have a million…but I can’t think of one.
From the purse dangling on my shoulder, my phone rings, disturbing the moment. I can’t decide whether I’m furious or grateful for the distraction. A glance at the screen tells me it’s Derek.
“Hi,” I say as I pull the device free.
Can he hear my voice shaking?
“I’m really sorry about the cake tasting. Did you already pick a flavor?”
“We did. We’re just leaving.”
“We?”
I hesitate. “Hayden came with me so I’d have a second opinion.”
“I’ll bet that’s not the only reason,” Derek mutters.
It’s not, and what am I supposed to say? “We’re on our way back for dinner. Did you finish work for the day?”
