Wedding Party Collection: Don't Tell The Bride. Kelly Hunter

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      ‘You sure about that?’

      ‘Sure as I can be without actually having done it. I have this family who seem to think I’m fragile, you see. They baby me. They send you to handle me when they can’t. I don’t think that’s fair on you. You don’t have to do that. You have your own life to live.’

      He thought on that, right through what was left of his burger, and then he drained his wine and turned his attention to the baklava.

      ‘Tell me why I’m here,’ he said finally.

      That was easy. ‘You’re the family-appointed babysitter, sent to keep me out of trouble.’

      ‘That’s one reason. But it’s not the main one.’

      ‘Loyalty to Jared.’

      ‘Has nothing to do with it.’

      ‘You have a hankering for baklava?’

      ‘Not enough to travel halfway round the world for it.’ Trig eyed her steadily and no matter how much Lena ached to look away, she couldn’t. She couldn’t find her breath either.

      ‘You’re well enough to go chasing after Jared,’ he said finally. ‘I figure you’re well enough to hear me out. Not going to jump you, Lena. Nothing you don’t want. But you need to know that I’m here because I want to be here. With you. Because there’s pretty much nowhere else I’d rather be than with you. You need to know that I have feelings for you that are in no way brotherly. You need to know that I both love and hate it when you treat me like family.’

      He took a deep breath. ‘You also need to know what you do to me when you book us into a hotel as husband and wife. Because it gives me ideas.’

      She didn’t understand. He’d peppered her with too much information and not enough time to process any of it. ‘I— Pardon?’

      ‘I want you.’

      ‘You—do?’

      He looked at her as if she were a little bit dim. ‘Yes.’

      ‘But...you can’t.’

      ‘Pretty sure I can.’

      ‘I’m broken.’

      ‘Nah, just banged up.’

      ‘I’m me.’

      ‘Yes.’ He was looking at her as if she were minus a few brain cells again. He was just so...calm.

      And she wasn’t. Somehow she had to bring this farce of a conversation under control. ‘How’s the baklava?’

      ‘Tastes like dust.’

      ‘More wine?’ She poured him some anyway, whether he wanted it or not, and maybe that wasn’t such a good idea because he drained it in one long swallow. ‘You need to give me some time with this.’

      ‘Little hint for you, Lena: this doesn’t require much thinking. We’ve known each other a long time. I’ve been trying to impress you since primary school. You’re either impressed or you’re not. You either want me or you don’t.’

      ‘It’s not that simple.’

      ‘Yeah, it is.’

      ‘I saw your body earlier.’ She didn’t know how to say what she wanted to say. ‘It’s perfect.’

      ‘It’s skin.’

      ‘It’s still perfect.’

      ‘Still just skin. You think I can’t see beneath yours?’ He eyed her steadily. ‘You have flaws. So do I. No one’s going into this blind.’

      ‘Look at me, Adrian. Think of all the things you can do that I can’t do any more. I’d hold you back and you’d come to hate me for it. I’d come to hate me for it. You’d have to be blind to want this.’

      ‘I’m not blind,’ he said grimly. ‘This can work—you and me. You just have to want it to.’ He sat back in his chair and pushed a hand through his dark shaggy curls. ‘This isn’t going well, is it? You don’t think of me in that way at all.’

      ‘I didn’t say that! Don’t put words in my mouth. God.’ Trust her to push him away when she didn’t mean to. She just didn’t know how to not push him away now that he wanted to get closer. ‘You’re important to me, Adrian. You occupy a huge part of my life and always have done. Aren’t you scared that if this doesn’t work out, we’ll lose everything else we do have?’

      ‘Scared is watching you slide into unconsciousness for the sixth time in as many hours. Scared is thinking you’re going to die in my arms. This doesn’t even rate a mention on the fear scale.’

      ‘Speak for yourself. I’m terrified here.’ Lena reached over and circled his wrist with her fingers as best she could, one fingertip to his pulse point and her heart beating a rapid tattoo. His pulse skittered all over the place too. ‘You’re not that calm.’

      ‘Could be I’m a little nervous. Doesn’t mean I haven’t thought it through,’ he said stubbornly. He withdrew his hand from beneath her fingers and headed for the bedside phone. He picked it up, pressed a button and waited.

      ‘What are you doing?’

      ‘You said you needed some time with this. I’m giving you some.’ He turned his head into the phone a little. ‘This is Adrian Sinclair. I’m going to need a second room. King bed this time.’ He listened a moment. ‘No, it doesn’t have to be connected to this one.’ He waited another moment. ‘Thanks.’

      He put the phone down. ‘A porter will be here for my bag in a few minutes.’

      ‘You didn’t have to do that.’

      He didn’t have to repack his bag. His stuff was good to go. She didn’t want him to go. ‘Adrian, I—’

      ‘See you for breakfast, yeah?’

      Hell. ‘Yeah.’ She tried again. ‘It wasn’t a no. I haven’t said no to anything you’ve put forward. I have thought of you like that. From time to time. I’m female. You’re you. Who wouldn’t?’

      She thought she saw a glimmer of a smile.

      ‘But think about it, Adrian. Are you sure this is what you want? Because I really don’t think you have thought this through.’

      He frowned down at her, and then he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. His lips were soft and warm. Lena felt her eyes flutter closed.

      He drew back slowly and she wondered when his eyes had got so dark and hungry.

      ‘I’ve thought it through. You need to do the same.’

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