Sweetheart Bride. Lenora Worth

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      She turned, smiled at him. What would it hurt to flirt with a nice-looking man? He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring and...neither was she. She needed to stay in practice, didn’t she? But she couldn’t find the courage to have her heart stomped again.

      “I have bridesmaid duties.” She thought hard, but couldn’t remember exactly what those duties might be.

      “Very important job,” he said, coming to stand with her while they gazed out on the crowded room. “The first being, of course, to stand around and look gorgeous?”

      Brenna giggled. “You’re not serious, right? I mean that’s a line, isn’t it?”

      He grinned and the brilliance of it sizzled the paint on the walls. “Did it work?”

      Well, she was laughing. That was something new. But Brenna didn’t want to laugh. So no flirting, no laughing. And nothing left to say. Awkward.

      “Oh, good, you two have finally met each other.” Callie twirled and pranced toward them. “Brenna, this is my friend Nicholas Santiago.” She smiled at him, then touched a hand on Brenna’s arm. “And this is my baby sister. I think I mentioned her to you. She’s home for a while from Baton Rouge.”

      The man gave Brenna another one of those smoldering looks. “So you’re the little sister. Wow.”

      “That’s me,” Brenna said, smelling a setup. “Wow. Nice to meet you, Nicholas.”

      “Nick,” he said, taking Brenna’s hand. “I was about to introduce myself. Once we got out on the dance floor.”

      Brenna bristled. “I didn’t say I’d dance with you.”

      “But you will,” her bossy sister said, pushing her toward Nicholas. “Don’t be rude to my friend.”

      I...uh...”

      But it was too late. They were suddenly moving across the dance floor to the tune of a Cajun-inspired waltz. Brenna glanced around and saw her sisters smiling and waving. She’d deal with them later. Her daddy, Ramon, waved to her from where he sat with Julien’s friend Tebow and Tebow’s mother. He’d been hanging out with that woman way too much lately.

      “You have such an interesting family,” Nicholas said. He wasn’t looking at her family, though. He was looking down at her.

      “Yes, they’re very colorful and ever so helpful.”

      “You have a cute Southern accent.”

      Still looking at her.

      So she stared back. “You have a different kind of accent.”

      “I was born in Mexico but moved to Texas when I was a teenager.”

      He said it with a thickening of his accent. Me-he-co. She almost missed a step.

      “How did you wind up here?”

      He laughed at her deliberate smile. “Good question.” Then he whirled her around again. The man smelled like a fresh rain out on the sea. So good. No, not good. Not good at all.

      Brenna pulled in her flaring nostrils. “Well, what are you doing here?”

      “I’m an architect. I’m here to oversee the renovations on the Dubois house. We’ve been working on it for a month or so now. Just about finished with the inside.”

      “Fleur House.” That got Brenna’s attention. “Oh, I love that house. I used to go past there and wonder what kind of art was inside those old walls. I’d decorate it inside my head. I always heard Mr. and Mrs. Dubois had quite a collection at one time. Of course, I never actually got to go inside the house.”

      He gave her what looked like a teasing glance. “Callie tells me you have a deep appreciation for art.”

      “Appreciate. Yes, more like a passion. I make my living from selling it,” she replied. “I work in a gallery in Baton Rouge.” Or at least, she had. “Budget cuts have forced me on an indefinite layoff, however.”

      He nodded, inclined his head toward her. “Brenna mentioned that to me. It’s good to know. I might need some help with the renovations. My employer will expect some world-class pieces and I could use a hand picking them out. I know what I like, but he has very refined taste and a big wallet to back it. And although he told me to surprise him, I need an expert.” He winked. “I think you’d be perfect.”

      Brenna scanned the room for Callie. So she could murder her. “What a coincidence. Because I know my nosy sister wouldn’t dare put you up to dancing with me just so we could discuss art, now would she?”

      He actually looked confused and then he grinned. “No. I wanted to dance with you before I knew you were Callie’s sister.” Leaning close, he said, “I have to admit, I was hoping you were the art expert, however. I saw you fidgeting up there by the bride. You obviously don’t enjoy weddings.”

      Brenna wanted to explain exactly why she didn’t enjoy weddings, but that would be rude. “I’m very happy for my sister, but weddings give me the hives.”

      “Oh, I see. You’re not ready to settle down.”

      “I’m just not ready to settle,” she said on a snap.

      “Hmm, someone is bitter.”

      “Very.”

      “I’m sorry.” He whirled her around the floor, bringing admiring stares from the onlookers. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been burned a few times myself.”

      “It should, but it doesn’t.” She didn’t want to be mean, but this man was annoying. But easy on the eyes while he was being annoying. His suit looked expensive. His hair glistened like wet ink. And those eyes—part pirate and part heartbreaker.

      Brenna was pretty sure she heard sirens and warning bells going off inside her head.

      “I won’t tease you anymore,” he said, turning serious.

      She changed the subject. “And as far as getting my advice on art?”

      “I’m a businessman, Brenna. I need an art expert. Your sister was thrilled to tell me about you and how talented you are, but if you’re not interested—”

      “I am,” Brenna said, wishing she could climb into the wedding cake and never come out. “I mean, I’m always interested in acquiring good art. But my expert opinions don’t come cheap.”

      “I’m willing to pay you a fair salary,” he said, giving her one last glance. “I enjoyed our dance. But if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

      “On a Friday night?” Brenna said, more to herself than him. She had actually begun to enjoy talking to him.

      “Every night,” he replied. With a wave and what seemed like a dismissal, he turned and left.

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