Once Upon a Bride. Helen Lacey

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      “By the door will do.”

      He placed the gear on the floor and turned around to face her. “Would you like me to remove him from your sofa?”

      “How did you know I couldn’t...?”

      “He’s got about thirty pounds on you,” Gabe said when her words trailed. “I just figured.”

      She shrugged. “I tried dragging him off, but he’s as heavy as lead.”

      Gabe smiled and withdrew the note from his pocket. “Feeding instructions,” he said, and dropped the paper onto the countertop. “If you want to get his food sorted, I’ll get him off the sofa.”

      “Thank you,” she said, then laid her hands on the back of a dining chair and grimaced. “Ouch.”

      He saw her shake her hand. “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing,” she replied and shook her hand again. “Just a splinter I got earlier from my gate.”

      “Let me see.”

      She curled her hand. “It’s nothing.”

      Gabe moved around the kitchen counter. “It might become infected,” he said, suddenly serious. “Do you have a first-aid kit?”

      “It’s nothing, really.”

      “It won’t take a minute,” he insisted. “So your first-aid kit?”

      She shook her head. “I don’t like needles.”

      “Don’t be a baby.”

      Her eyes flashed, and she pushed her shoulders back as she marched into the kitchen and opened the pantry. “Here,” she said, and tossed something through the air.

      Gabe caught it one-handed and placed the kit on the table. “I’ll be gentle. Sit,” he said, and pulled out a chair.

      She glared again, and he marveled that she still managed to look stunning with a scowl on her face. She sat down and waited while he dropped into a chair opposite.

      “Hand?”

      She pushed her hand into the center of the table and turned it over. “Gentle, remember?”

      He smiled, opened the kit and took out an alcohol swab and an individually wrapped needle. When he took hold of her fingertips, his entire body crackled with a kind of heady electricity. Being so close wasn’t helping his determination to steer clear of her.

      “So what kind of work do you do?” he asked to try to get his mind off her soft skin and flowery perfume.

      “I own a bridal shop in Bellandale.”

      He stretched out her palm. “That sounds interesting.”

      “Does it?”

      Gabe looked up. She really did have the most amazing brown eyes. Warm and deep and intoxicating. She was remarkably beautiful, and he doubted she even knew it.

      “Just making conversation,” he said.

      Her brows shot up. “To what end?”

      “Are you always so suspicious?” he asked.

      “Of what?”

      “People,” he replied. “Men.”

      She tensed, and Gabe held her hand a little firmer. “Not usually,” she said quietly.

      So it was just him? “I don’t have any sinister intentions. So relax,” he said as he extracted the splinter without her noticing at first and then gently rolled her fingers into her palm. “I’m not making a pass.”

      She swallowed hard. “I didn’t think—”

      “I would,” he said quietly. “If you were looking for a no-strings, no-commitment kind of thing. But you’re not. You’re a commitment kind of girl, right? Abstaining from anything casual and with a clear plan for your future. Isn’t that why you made your vow of celibacy?”

      It felt right to get it out in the open. Maybe it would help diffuse the heat between them. Maybe it would stop him from thinking about kissing her.

      She jerked her hand back and stood. “I... What I said at the wedding... It was private and personal and not up for discussion.”

      “I’m not mocking you,” he said, and rested his elbows on the table. “On the contrary, I think I admire you for knowing what you want. And knowing what you don’t.”

      * * *

      Lauren’s skin burned. He admired her? He’d pretty much admitted he wanted her, too. The awareness between them intensified, and she wished she could deny it. She wanted to dislike him. She wanted to resent him. She wanted to get away and never speak to him again.

      “Thank you for the first aid,” she said, and managed a tight smile. “I didn’t feel a thing.”

      “Then we should keep it that way.”

      There was no mistaking his meaning. He thought it was a bad idea, too. She was happy about that. Very happy.

      “So...about the dog?”

      He stood up and pushed the chair back. “Get his feed ready and I’ll drag him off your sofa.”

      Once he’d left the kitchen and disappeared down the hall, Lauren got to her feet and quickly sorted the dog’s bedding and food in the laundry. A couple of minutes later, Gabe returned with Jed at his side. The dog ambled across the kitchen and into the back room and began eating.

      Relieved the hound was no longer taking up her couch, Lauren took a shallow breath. “Thank you...Gabe.”

      He looked a little amused by her sudden use of his name and the slight tremor in her voice. His mouth twisted fractionally, as if he was trying not to smile. “No problem...Lauren.”

      “Well...good night.”

      His glittering gaze was unwavering. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      Her eyes widened. “Tomorrow?”

      He grinned a little. “I told Cameron I’d take the dog to work tomorrow so he doesn’t destroy your yard trying to escape...until you can make other arrangements, of course.”

      She hadn’t spared a thought to how she would care for the dog during the day. “Oh, right,” she said vaguely, thinking about how the darn dog had suddenly become a reason why she would be forced to interact with Gabe. She made a mental note to call her friend Mary-Jayne and ask her to help. Lauren knew one thing—she didn’t want to turn up on Gabe’s doorstep again. “I’ll tie him in the back when I leave, and you can collect him from there. You don’t start until ten tomorrow, right?”

      Gabe frowned. “How do you know that?”

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