Wish Upon a Wedding. Kate Hardy

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      Meredith peered up at Cara through slitted eyes. “Which question do you want me to answer? Without a cup of coffee in my hand, you only get one.”

      “Keith. You knew he was behind the invite.” Several people had casually dropped information about his new consulting gig into conversations, but she’d been too busy ignoring anyone who mentioned Keith’s name to realize Regent owned this resort.

      “Sue me. You needed this expo deal to grow your business. Where’s the harm?” Flipping hair out of her face, Meredith sat up, looking as if she’d just rolled out of a lingerie fashion shoot instead of bed. If Cara didn’t love her sister so much, she’d hate her. “He’s just an ex-fiancé. A guy you are completely over. Right?”

      “Totally.” Well, mostly.

      Cara sank onto the bed and brooded. She needed a shower and a sturdy wooden stake to drive through the heart of the walking corpse masquerading as a man named Keith Mitchell.

      “Don’t protest too hard or you’ll hurt yourself. If nothing else, it’s a chance for closure. Take it.” Meredith’s gaze grew keen. “You were fine with this yesterday. What happened?”

      “Keith jogs now. Or did you already know that, too?”

      Meredith stuck her tongue out. “You two are made for each other. Only insane people get up at the crack of dawn to run. Clearly he’s lost as many marbles as you have.”

      “Oh, he’s still in possession of all his faculties. What he’s lost is his humanity.”

      “Because he’s giving you exclusive worldwide exposure for your dresses? You’re right, that’s way over the line.”

      Cara buried her face in her hands and dredged up some Magnolia Grit. She had it to spare or she’d never have made it out of her wedding-day dressing room after losing not one, but two of the most important things in her life. Now would be a great time for that grit to surface. “He only asked me to marry him because I told him I was pregnant. How did I not know that?”

      “A lot of guys wouldn’t have. He did.” Meredith’s arms wrapped around Cara and the silent unconditional support nearly undid her. “Still, it’s a crappy thing to admit. Even if it’s true.”

      With a sniffle, Cara nodded against Meredith’s shoulder. “I thought he loved me.”

      “One is not mutually exclusive of the other. He probably did love you. Maybe he was going to ask you at some point in the future and you gave him an incentive to speed up the timing.”

      “Yeah and that worked out.”

      “Better you found out then that he’s a rolling stone. I was never fond of the name Cara Chandler-Harris Mitchell anyway. If you guys kiss and make up, consider keeping your maiden name this time.”

      She scowled. “I’d rather kiss the hind end of a sweaty camel than Keith.”

      The knowing smile Meredith shot over her shoulder on her way to hog the bathroom did not improve Cara’s mood. “I could’ve lit the candles on a ninety-year-old’s birthday cake from all the sparks shooting around the pavilion yesterday.”

      “That was Keith’s robotic heart short-circuiting.”

      “You might be over him, but that man is definitely not over you. People make mistakes. Maybe he wants another chance.”

      “Another chance to crush me beneath him as he rolls away again? Ha.”

      Lord Almighty. Now she was replaying their conversations through her head. This morning on the beach, he’d been genuinely curious about her life. And okay, he always radiated that carnal come-hither, but more of it had wafted in her direction than she’d been willing to acknowledge.

      “Honey, you’re a smart girl. Do the math.” Meredith leaned on the bathroom door frame. “He didn’t invite you here solely for your fantastic wedding dresses. Hell, I can slap some lace on a piece of satin and stick it on some starry-eyed bride. He wants the designer. Not the designs.”

      “He can want until all the gears in his robotic heart rust. I have a brand-new lease on life and no man, especially not Keith Mitchell, is a part of the plan.” Cara elbowed past Meredith into the bathroom. “And for the crack about slapping lace on satin, you forfeit first dibs on the shower.”

      Grumbling, Meredith conceded and shut the door behind her. Cara fumed as she stood under the jets.

      So. The invitation was a veiled attempt to reconcile, was it? Shattered pieces of her life and her heart had taken a supreme amount of will to recover. There was no way on God’s green earth she’d consider forgiving Keith for walking out on her when she’d needed him most.

      He was not husband material. Period.

      She dressed for the day in her best heels and a flattering outfit—the modern-day woman’s equivalent to a full suit of armor.

      As the Good Lord clearly felt she deserved a break, the elevator button lit up when she pressed it. A working elevator. About time.

      Then the doors slid open to reveal the very man she least wanted to see.

      Keith smiled and sizzled her toes with a heated glance at her Louboutin sandals. “Going down?”

      “You first.” She waltzed in to stand right next to him because she was a professional. An elevator full of testosterone didn’t scare her. The idea Meredith had planted—about how Mr. Runaway Groom might be angling for a do-over—that put a curl of panic in the pit of her stomach.

      Why, she didn’t know. There wasn’t a combination of words in any language he could utter that would make her crazy enough to try again. And to the best of her knowledge, Keith was fluent in five languages and could order beer in twelve more.

      She stared at the crack where the two door panels met and pretended the tension hadn’t raised the hair on her arms. Keith’s heat instantly spread through the small box and started seeping through her pores. And she’d already been plenty hot and bothered. He was just so solid and powerful and...arrogant.

      “Do you run every day?” Keith asked politely.

      “Usually. You?” Oh, her mama would be so proud. Twenty-eight years of lessons on how to smile through the Apocalypse were paying off.

      “I try to. It’s great for clearing my head.”

      Cara bit back her first response—Is that what happened to your brain when you cooked up the idea of a second chance? “Oh?”

      “It’s an opportunity to hone my focus for the day ahead.”

      “Sorry I intruded this morning.”

      Keith glanced at her but she didn’t take her eyes off the crack. “You didn’t. I enjoyed it.”

      All this civility slicked the back of her throat. Why was it taking so long to reach the ground floor? The building was only five stories.

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