Stress and The City. Stephanie Rowe

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      Ty’s gaze flicked to her left hand, one eyebrow quirking when he spotted her bare finger.

      Self-consciously, Cassie slid her hand out of view. “Um. It wasn’t actually my honeymoon. I mean, it was supposed to be my honeymoon. I went alone.”

      Both of his luxuriously dark eyebrows were raised now and he wasn’t looking at her tan anymore. He was staring into her eyes, as if he really wanted to know what secrets she was hiding.

      Or she was hallucinating from too much chocolate.

      “How’d you end up going on your honeymoon alone? Sounds like an interesting story.”

      “You must be new in town.”

      He blinked, probably startled by the change in subject. “Actually, I’ve lived here for six months,” he said. “Why?”

      “Are you a hermit? It’s pretty much the only way you could have lived here and not heard about my amazing wedding or lack thereof.”

      “That juicy, huh?”

      “In comparison to the number of other interesting things that happen in this town during December, yes.” She lifted her brow. “So? Hermit?”

      He glanced at her. “I work.”

      “You mean, you never get out of the house to socialize so you have no idea what goes on in this town and you have no friends?” Amazing! One person in town with whom her reputation was intact! A glorious feeling!

      He narrowed his eyes, obviously not appreciating her free therapy. “So? What happened with your wedding?” He touched her arm suddenly. “Unless you don’t want to talk about it. I didn’t mean to pry.”

      Oh, she was definitely going to melt. A seriously hot guy who respected her privacy. What more could a woman ask for?

      Maybe being single wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

      “Cassie? Is that you?” The voice of her ex-fiancé shattered her fantasy like a rock through a stained glass window.

      I don’t hear you.

      “Cassie?”

      Crud. She’d heard that. Go away.

      But the whine of his voice grew closer and she knew the infectious poison wasn’t going to be deflected. He was coming. She slapped her hand against the wall and bent over, bracing herself as her stomach congealed into a sodden lump, dropped to her toes and began to ooze out the soles of her feet.

      What a fine time to discover she wasn’t actually ready to face Drew yet. It would have been exponentially more convenient to have that realization before she’d vomited all over his feet. And Ty’s feet. Not that she was actually going to vomit. She was way too emotionally together to do something pathetic like that.

      She hoped.

      Note to self: sometimes delusions weren’t a good thing. Like thinking she could fly. Imagine if she thought she could fly, and jumped off the Empire State Building. A clear example of when a delusion could be a bad thing.

      Or imagine attending a dance where your ex-fiancé would be. Imagine thinking you were prepared to face him, only to learn that no, you actually weren’t.

      A great little nugget she’d be sure to incorporate into her future de-stressing strategies.

      See? Something good could come of every situation. Was she a plucky survivor or what?

      “Are you okay?” Ty’s amused expression had morphed into one of endearingly genuine concern. Or it would have been endearing if she wasn’t feeling so ill. What was up with the chocolate? It obviously wasn’t working exceptionally well at the moment. He touched her shoulder, his hand warm and reassuring through the soft angora. “You don’t look so hot.”

      “Thanks. It’s every girl’s dream to be told she doesn’t look hot.” Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

      Ty’s cheeks turned a faint red, or at least she thought they did. It was hard to tell in the dim light with her eyes getting all foggy and the room starting to spin. “I didn’t mean it like you didn’t look good. You do look good. Pretty. Not that I noticed. I just meant you look like you don’t feel well.”

      She would have patted his arm in consolation, if she weren’t clinging to the wall for dear life. “Just a touch of indigestion. I’m fine. Really.”

      “Cassie! It is you.” An unwelcome hand latched on to her arm. “I didn’t realize you were back.”

      She saw Ty’s eyes flick over her shoulder, and she knew this was her moment. All eyes in the room would be surreptitiously aimed in their direction, hoping for a scandal, a scene…anything to gossip about.

      She could spin around, slam her knee into Drew’s crotch and then saunter off as if she were a total diva. Or she could remember that some people in the room were future clients and might not be all that impressed with a stress management consultant perpetrating violent acts on the weaker sex.

      Refusing to contemplate the irony that her emergency stash of chocolate was in Leo’s purse on the dance floor, much too far away to be of any use whatsoever, Cassie took a deep breath and lifted her chin.

      Then she plastered a brilliant smile on her face and turned to face her ex-fiancé, Drew Smothers. “Hi, Drew.”

      There he was, in his blond glory, his suit that…hmmm…didn’t seem to fit nearly as well as Ty’s did. And he was wonderfully pale, a victim of December in Gardenbloom.

      “Didn’t you take our tickets?” he asked.

      She frowned. “Yes.”

      “Bad weather?”

      Bastard. Cassie peeled off her watch and stuck out her wrist. “Any more questions?”

      “Oh. I see. Your skin never did take to the sun well, did it?”

      “Ty noticed my tan.”

      “Ty?” Drew echoed blankly.

      Sweet, wonderful Ty settled his left arm around her waist, then extended his right hand toward Drew. “Ty Parker. Nice to meet you.”

      Good God. Not only was Ty a total hottie, but he was perceptive, too. Unbelievable.

      Drew barely managed a handshake, gawking at Cassie. “He’s…he’s with you? But…I assumed you’d be alone.”

      “She’s not.” Ty wrapped his arm tighter around Cassie’s waist, his thumb rubbing almost absently against her hip. And he smelled damn good. Tantalizingly delicious. Like spicy woods. Raw and masculine, yet refined and tender. She inhaled deeply, trying desperately not to be obvious as she prepared to pass out from olfactory bliss.

      Maybe she’d add that to her list of de-stressors. Soothing scents…which would obviously differ from person to person.

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