Название: Saying Yes To The Dress!
Автор: Сорейя Лейн
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon By Request
isbn: 9781474081702
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“You know way too much about that,” she teased him.
“Actually,” he said, frowning at the fabric, “come to think of it, it doesn’t really look like a canopy bed. It looks like—”
He snatched up the hem of fabric and draped it over his shoulder. “It looks like a toga.”
She burst out laughing.
He struck a pose. “‘To be or not to be...’” he said.
“I don’t want to be a geek...” she began.
“Oh, go ahead—be a geek. It comes naturally to you.”
That stung, but even with it stinging, she couldn’t let To be or not to be go unchallenged. “‘To be or not to be’ is Shakespeare,” she told him. “Not Nero.”
“Well, hell,” he said, “that’s what makes it really hard for a dumb carpenter to go out with a smart girl.”
She stared at him. “Are we going out?” she whispered.
“No! I just was pointing out more evidence of our incompatibility.”
That stung even worse than being called a geek. “At least you got part of it right,” she told him.
“Which part? The geek part?”
“I am not a geek!”
He shook his head sadly.
“That line? ‘To be or not to be.’ It’s from a soliloquy in the play Hamlet. It’s from a scene in the nunnery.”
“The nunnery?” he said with satisfaction. “Don’t you have a fascination?”
“No! You think I have a fascination. You are incorrect, just as you are incorrect about me being a geek.”
“Yes, and being able to quote Shakespeare, chapter and verse, certainly made that point.”
She giggled, and unraveled the fabric from around him.
“Hey! Give me back my toga. I already told you I don’t wear underwear!
But it was her turn to play with the gauzy fabric. She inserted herself in the middle of it and twirled until she had made it into a long dress. Then she swathed some around her head, until only her eyes showed. Throwing inhibition to the wind, she swiveled her hips and did some things with her hands.
“Guess who I am?” she purred.
He frowned at her. “A bride?”
The thing he liked least!
“No, I’m not a bride,” she snapped.
“A hula girl!”
“No.”
“I give up. Stop doing that.”
“I’m Mata Hari.”
“Who? I asked you to stop.”
“Why?”
“It’s a little too sexy for the job site.”
“A perfect imitation of Mata Hari, then,” she said with glee. And she did not stop doing it. She was rather enjoying the look on his face.
“Who?”
“She was a spy. And a dancer.”
He burst out laughing as if that was the most improbable thing he had ever heard. “How well versed was she in her Shakespeare?”
“She didn’t have to be.” Becky began to do a slow writhe with her hips. He didn’t seem to think it was funny anymore.
In fact, the ease they had been enjoying—that sense of being a team and working together—evaporated.
He stepped back from her, as if he thought she was going to try kissing him again. She blushed.
“I have so much to do,” she squeaked, suddenly feeling silly, and at the very same time, not silly at all.
“Me, too,” he said.
But neither of them moved.
“Uh, boss, is this a bad time?”
Mata Hari dropped her veil with a little shriek of embarrassment.
“The guys were thinking maybe we could have a break? It’s f—”
Drew stopped his worker with a look.
“It’s flipping hot out here. We thought maybe we could go swimming and start again when it’s not so hot out.”
“Great idea,” Drew said. “We all need cooling off, particularly Mata Hari here. You coming swimming, Becky?”
She knew she should say no. She had to say no. She didn’t even have a proper bathing suit. Instead she unraveled herself from the yards of fabric, called, “Race you,” ran down to the water and flung herself in completely clothed.
Drew’s crew crashed into the water around her, following her lead and just jumping in in shorts and T-shirts. They played a raucous game of tag in the water, and she was fully included, though she was very aware of Drew sending out a silent warning that no lines were to be crossed. And none were. It was like having five brothers.
And wouldn’t that be the safest thing? Wasn’t that what she and Drew had vowed they were going to do? Hadn’t they both agreed they were going to retreat into a platonic relationship after the crazy-making sensation of those shared kisses?
What had she been thinking, playing Mata Hari? What kind of craziness was it that she wanted him to not see her exactly as she was: not a spy and dancer who could coax secrets out of unsuspecting men, but a book-loving girl from a small town in America?
* * *
After that frolic in the water, the J brothers included her as one of them. Over the next few days, whenever they broke from work to go swimming, one of them came and pounded on her office door and invited her to come.
Today, Josh knocked on the door.
“Swim time,” he said.
“I just can’t. I have to tie bows on two hundred chairs. And find a cool place to store three thousand potted lavender plants. And—”
Without a word, Josh came in, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Stop it. This is my good dress!” She pounded on his back, but of course, with her laughing so hard, he did not take her seriously. She was carried, kicking and screaming and pounding on his back, to the water, where she was unceremoniously dumped in.
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