Page 43 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

Mortified, she was tempted to take off her black ballet flat and hit him with it. “Do you like embarrassing me?”

“Embarrassing you? No. Flustering you? Absolutely.”

She angrily yanked his car door open, setting off the alarm. When he hit the button, quieting the blare, she spoke through gritted teeth.

“What is the difference?”

“One is mean. The other is just so I get to see that pretty pink blush stain your cheeks.”

“Oh!” She climbed inside, and held the folder against her chest protectively. “Isn’t there anyone else you can torment?”

“Sure, but you’re my favorite.”

No. No. NO! The way he said it was not supposed to make her feel warm and gooey. “Lucky me. What about Wendy?”

“What about her?”

He seemed genuinely confused so she elaborated. “She was asking about you. Said she was going to ask you out.”

One of his dark eyebrows lifted as his smile widened. “Are you jealous?”

She tried to laugh, but it sounded a little forced, even to her ears. “Absolutely not. I just think you shouldn’t get involved with people you work with.”

He leaned into the car, but she refused to look at him. When his mouth grazed her ear, she jerked as he whispered, “What if there is someone that you try to stay away from but you just can’t help yourself?”

“Oh, you’re such a tease.” She pushed him away, shutting the door on his laughter.

He went around the back of the car and got in a few moments later, still chuckling. “Okay, I’ll behave.” He started the car and put his hand on the back of her seat. When he turned to look out the back window, his thumb grazed her bare shoulder as he backed up, and a tingle spread across her skin, down to her breasts. Her nipples hardened, and she was thankful she was wearing one of her thicker bras so he couldn’t tell.

“You call that behaving?” she said.

He switched gears to drive and shot out onto the street. “What?”

“Touching me.”

“Total accident, I swear.”

He wasn’t smirking, but she still had a hard time believing him.

* * * *

Dustin held the door for Rylie when they reached Pocket Full of Posies Flower Shop, thinking that she smelled better than the overpowering scents coming from inside. Once he was surrounded, he sniffed a bit, feeling a sneeze coming on. Normally he wasn’t allergic, but he also didn’t stand in the middle of a hundred different flowers in an enclosed space every day.

Kenzie Olsen came out of the back, her blond curls kept out of her face with a purple bandana. Once upon a time, she’d been hot and heavy with his brother, Charlie, but they’d broken up right before Charlie had left for school. Dustin had never asked why they called it quits, but it really didn’t matter. He’d always liked her.

“Hey, Rys. I’m so excited to be working with you.” She hugged Rylie hard, and pulled away to give Dustin a wide grin. “Hey, kid! It’s been a long time.” She gave him a tight embrace and pulled away, smacking his cheek lightly. “Good to see you. You’re into this wedding stuff too, huh?”

Charlie and Kenzie were five years his senior and the full two years they’d been dating, Kenzie had always called him kid. Apparently fifteen years and several inches did not break the habit.

“Hey, Kenz. What can I say, there’s just something about a wedding.”

“Uh huh.” Kenzie turned her attention back to Rylie, obviously knowing who the expert was. “So, what do you have for me?”

Rylie opened her binder and pulled out several pictures of bouquets and centerpieces. They all had white roses with silver ribbons, pearls, and green leaves placed strategically between them to give the floral arrangements just a touch of color.

Dustin thought it was boring as hell, but what did he know about wedding themes and color schemes? He was just there to look pretty and nod.

“Your bride doesn’t like a lot of color, does she?” Kenzie asked.