A Match Made in Heaven?. Sun Chara

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      “Hey!” He yanked his hand back. “Glad to know you still have all your teeth, princess.”

      “Don’t you sweet talk me, you … you …” She swung away and clipped his jaw with her bouquet of dandelions.

      He staggered back, tumbled over a yelping Chihuahua, and sprawled on the floor. Appalled at her behavior, she dropped to her knees beside him, heedless of squashing her gown around her. “Johnny, are you all right?” She slapped his face, and his bristles scoured her fingers. “I didn’t mean it.”

      He mocked a moan. “If you could just cradle my head in your lap, sweetheart, and kiss …”

      “Ooo!” She caught the twinkle in his brown gaze. Struggling to her feet, she swished to the side and stomped her foot. The hem of her dress brushed his temple and his head plopped back to the floor.

      “Rubber boots, Sam?” He winked. “Setting a new trend?”

      She ignored the hit, and favored him with her stiff back.

      “We’ll have none of this.” The priest ran a hand around his collar, patted his thinning hair and sneezed.

      He squinted heavenward through his wire rim spectacles. Sam could swear … oops … perhaps not swear exactly, but could bet … not that either … see, yes, she could see the man was offering prayers for deliverance from the lot of them.

      She took a step closer, about to whisper to him that a long vacation after this might help, but she staggered to a stop. Something Johnny said smacked her in the pit of her stomach.

      “Good thing the floor’s carpeted.” Johnny rubbed the back of his head, his eyes fixed on her. He inhaled, and the air blasted from his mouth in frustration. Her heat hinting of roses had his temperature rising and his belly tensing. He was tempted to grab her by the boot and topple her onto his lap. His groin tightened, and his jaw did the same. He wanted to touch, taste … feel … If he had to marry her prematurely to nix that bozo’s attempt to get her in the sack, so be it.

      He pushed himself up to a sitting position and stroked his chin with the back of his hand. Whether he could keep her without exposing his secret was another matter altogether.

      “Red here picked me up in a limo …” The jilted groom loomed above him and shoving a finger in his face, distracted his thoughts. “… and dumped me off at the dog pound.”

      Sam swiveled around, her brows shooting upward.

      “A slight detour.” Johnny bounced back up and a burnished lock flopped over his brow.

      “I could have you arrested.” Michael wiped dirt off his chin with his torn sleeve, and an Irish setter pawed his chest. “Down, boy, down,” he strained a croon.

      A rotund man elbowed his way through the crowd and confronted Johnny. “You are finished at Global Bank, young man.” He puffed out his chest and grabbed his wife by the arm. “Gertrude, Michael, let’s go.”

      “Yes, dad.” Michael tripped after him, trying to extricate himself from the beasts, and shot Johnny a lethal look. “Coming.”

      Johnny glanced at Sam smoothing her gown; glad she missed Michael’s hostile darts. Her head snapped up, and she pinned him with her sharp gaze. His heart sank. She must’ve caught on, and the game was up.

      “What did you say?” She took a step, then another.

      Air whistled from his mouth, and he backtracked.

      She advanced.

      He leaned back against the church organ, and the keys sounded off cue but nobody noticed.

      “When?” He bolted up and averting his eyes, straightened his shirt cuffs. “Did I say what?”

      “A couple of minutes ago.”

      “You mean when you landed a right hook on my mug?”

      “Yeah.”

      He feigned a cough; relieved she wasn’t referring to the exiting buffoon. A grin curved his mouth. “I would’ve preferred you hadn’t changed.”

      “No.” She shook her head, veils flapping like wings on either side of her shoulders. “Before that.”

      “I said that I … uh … love you.”

      “You do?”

      “The woman still questions my word.” He slapped a hand to his forehead and rolled his eyes heavenward. “If she but knew what I went through to get here—” He blinked, once, twice. Nah, he must be seeing things.

      Angels didn’t flitter about the church ceiling chewing bubblegum and dressed in fatigues—hey, did she just wink at him? Must be the stress of the scene, but he could’ve sworn … Chuckling, he shook his head and dismissed the illusion. Just as quickly, a sobering thought flashed through his mind. There must’ve been one tapping on his shoulder earlier, when he made that pit stop at Lucky Lou’s on the Nevada state line.

      “You do.” Samantha flung herself into his arms.

      “Mmm.” He rained kisses all over her face, hoping he wouldn’t regret the tough decision he made to keep his finances under wraps, for the time being. “Yum, this goop’s candy flavored.”

      “Belgian chocolate, lite … low carbs.”

      “Could get used to the taste … you.”

      “I love you, Johnny Belen.”

      The priest coughed. “Is there a wedding to be had?”

      “Just a minute.” Sam twisted aside and popped the red lenses from her eyes. After tossing them behind her, she turned to him and looked every inch the radiant bride. Johnny gulped, and hauled her back into his embrace.

      “Did you really drop Michael off at the pound?” She muffled a giggle with her veils.

      Michael was pressed flat against the back wall and inching his way to the door. A Doberman Pinscher pawed his chest and slurped his face.

      “Willie’s Doggie Salon, sweetheart.” Johnny caught sight of his buddy scrambling to round up the animals, and his mouth twitched at the corners. “Start up in Goodsprings, Nevada.”

      “Never heard of it—”

      “Well, that’s because it’s—”

      “Johnny, you trekked across the desert to find me,” she whispered, delighted.

      “I did,” he murmured. “The Mojave Desert no less.”

      She laughed, the sound ringing off stained glass windows like the bells of St. Mary’s. “Funny man.”

      “Yeah.” He swallowed the lump in his throat СКАЧАТЬ