The Love Trilogy: Room For Love / An A To Z Of Love / Summer Of Love. Sophie Pembroke

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СКАЧАТЬ could have a party,” Jacob suggested, passing through with an English muffin and scrambled eggs for Carrie. “You forgot to eat breakfast again,” he said, handing it to her. For all that she was supposed to be their boss, Carrie was starting to think she was really just there to be looked after.

      “A party?” she asked between mouthfuls.

      Jacob nodded. “A lock-in. Like Nancy used to have in the bar sometimes.”

      All Carrie really remembered from Nancy’s lock-ins was being forbidden to come down from her room as a child while they went on. Still, she murmured a vague agreement all the same.

      “Great!” Jacob said, obviously reading more into Carrie’s confirmation that she remembered such things than she’d actually intended. “I’ll bring my decks and play DJ. Georgia’s definitely with her mum again tonight, so I’m a free agent.”

      “And I’ll let everyone know,” Izzie said, already reaching for the phone.

      “Let everyone know what?” Moira asked, coming in from the gardens, muddy gloves in hand.

      “About the party tonight, apparently,” Carrie said, with a smile. She could have stopped it if she’d wanted. But Izzie was right—they should celebrate. And why not with a party? Besides, some secret part of her whispered, with a proper party atmosphere and enough alcohol, maybe she could get up the courage to kiss Nate first.

      * * * *

      The bar of the Avalon Inn was, officially, rocking. Possibly literally for some of the occupants, Nate thought, looking around. Stan leaned rather heavily on the bar, even as Cyb grabbed at his arm and ordered him to come and dance. Nate wasn’t entirely up on the current top forty, and had no idea what music Jacob was playing, but he was pretty sure that Stan and Cyb couldn’t really waltz to it.

      Izzie, Nate noticed, stood off by the window, watching Jacob as he worked his magic on the decks. Jacob, absorbed by the music, seemed totally unaware of the attention.

      Nate sighed. At some point, someone was going to have to do something about those two. Possibly just lock them in a darkened room until Izzie had her wicked way with him and got Jacob under her thrall.

      “Quite the celebration, isn’t it?” Carrie said, appearing beside him holding two glasses of white wine, one almost empty, one full. She handed him the full one. “You’ll probably need this.” Looking down at her strappy green dress, which tied between her breasts, Nate thought she was probably right. He’d only seen her in suit skirts and shirts since she’d arrived. The silky material sliding over her shoulders would take a lot more adjusting to.

      “How long’s the party been going?” Nate asked, after taking a long sip of his wine. He needed to know how much catching up he had to do. And how drunk Carrie might already be.

      Carrie shrugged. “A couple of hours. Your grandmother said she had to be in bed by midnight, so she wanted an early start. And everyone just sort of...joined in.”

      “She’s a party animal, my gran.” Across the room, Nate could see Moira dancing with Cyb to The Rolling Stones. Obviously Jacob’s idea of classical music.

      Carrie leaned against the wall beside him, her arm pressing against his and, for what must have been the hundredth time that day, Nate cursed himself for not kissing her the night before. But he’d known he wouldn’t want to stop at kissing and, even if she’d felt the same, she’d needed to focus on her guests. Of course, the guests were gone now...

      “It’s a nice idea, though. Isn’t it?” Carrie looked up at him as she spoke, and her lips distracted him from answering for a moment. “The party, I mean.”

      Nate cleared his throat, and looked back over the collection of drinking and dancing Seniors. “Great idea.” He couldn’t remember whose it had been, exactly, although it might even have been Carrie’s.

      “I just wanted to do something to say thank you to them for all their help.” She bit her lower lip and Nate found he really couldn’t care less about anyone else in the room.

      “I’m sure they appreciate it,” he managed, finally.

      “I just hope they enjoy it.”

      Nate looked out and saw Cyb and Moira dancing around Stan. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. As long as you laid on enough Campari, you should be fine.”

      Carrie looked up at him again, and Nate felt his heart clunk to a stop at the look in her eyes. “Then you don’t think they’d notice if we disappeared for a little while?”

      “Disappear?” The word almost choked him.

      Carrie nodded. “There’s something I’ve been dying to do.” And with one last glance across the room, she grabbed his hand, surprising strength in her small grip, and dragged him through the door he’d just entered.

      There weren’t many ways to interpret the fact she took him to the bridal suite, Nate thought. Carrie had giggled all the way up the stairs, something he’d never heard her do before. In fact, the Carrie he saw that evening was so totally unlike the one who had inhabited the Avalon for the last month, he didn’t know what to make of her.

      She paused again in the open doorway, and Nate’s eye couldn’t help but be drawn to the huge double bed in the centre of the room. This couldn’t possibly be what it appeared to be. Could it?

      “There’s something I’ve wanted to do ever since I found you making this bed.” Carrie’s voice was low and too husky for a whisper. And her hand still curled around his.

      Nate swallowed. Hard. “What’s that?”

      Carrie gave him a wicked smile, dropped his hand and raced into the bridal suite. “Bounce on it,” she said, and leapt onto the mattress.

      With a long, slow blink, Nate smiled. “That could be fun.” And considerably more comfortable than an awkward drunken seduction.

      Grinning, Nate bounded up to join her, and missed seeing the pillow Carrie wielded until it was too late.

      * * * *

      Carrie smiled down at Nate where he lay in a pillow-felled heap on the oversized mattress. “Having fun yet?”

      “You said bounce,” Nate answered, rubbing his forehead. “I think I’ve been lured here under false pretences.”

      Somewhere under the gentle hum of wine running through her veins, limbs and brain, Carrie knew leading Nate up to the inn’s most romantic room probably looked like false pretences in itself, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Uncle Patrick had booked. Everything was going to be okay. And if she wanted to celebrate with a pillow fight, well, she was bloody well entitled. “Can’t take it, huh?”

      Nate raised an eyebrow at her, then, without warning, shot out a hand and grabbed her calf, tugged her onto the mattress beside him and whacked a pillow into her middle. “Oh, I can take it.”

      Carrie grabbed one of the tiny decorative pillows Cyb had scrounged up from somewhere and sewed extra ribbons on. It was too small and delicate to make any real impact, but she got some pleasure from whacking Nate on the head with it anyway.

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