Back in His Bed. Heidi Rice
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Название: Back in His Bed
Автор: Heidi Rice
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon By Request
isbn: 9781474003766
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“And you are…?” Brenna prompted.
“Libby Winston. We met years ago at another event. I think it was shortly after you and Jack got married.”
Brenna still couldn’t place her, and it must have shown on her face.
“You probably met so many of Jack’s friends, and it was so long ago…”
Embarrassed, she tried to explain. “I’m terribly sorry. I’m really bad at…”
Libby brushed the apology away. “Don’t worry about it. You were so shy and quiet. I’m not surprised you don’t remember many of Jack’s friends.” Libby smiled, but it held no warmth at all. “Everyone remembers you, of course. Jack really surprised us all, getting married like that. And we certainly weren’t expecting you, either.”
What was that supposed to mean? She tried to sound flippant. “That’s the thing about whirlwind romances. They surprise everyone.”
“Thank goodness you came to your senses, then. I never could figure out what brought you two together.”
Brenna officially no longer liked Libby Winston.
Libby’s eyes narrowed in curiosity. “You and Jack aren’t back together again, are you?”
Brenna nearly choked. She had a feeling Libby might be overly interested in the answer, and after Libby’s earlier comment she was tempted to say yes. But Brenna herself wasn’t even completely sure what she and Jack were right now. “Jack and I are business partners.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Technically, they still were. She hadn’t signed the sale agreement yet.
“That must be interesting, considering your past.”
“Actually, it’s working out quite well.” Thankfully her phone beeped, alerting her to an incoming text message. Jack. About damn time. “Excuse me. I need to take care of this.”
She slipped out the door before Libby could bring up any other uncomfortable subjects and read Jack’s message: “By the bar. Where are you?”
A quick glance toward the bar, and she spotted his dark head scanning the crowd. When he spotted her, she waved, and his answering smile gave her a jolt even through her ire at his tardiness.
“Bren, you look incredible.”
He leaned in to kiss her gently on the cheek and she muttered through her teeth, “You’re late.”
“Unavoidable,” he whispered.
“You’re dead meat.”
“I’ll make it up to you.” He pulled back, still wearing that same smile for anyone watching. Stepping back, he let his eyes roam appreciatively down her body. “You look better than incredible.”
The look sent a zing of electricity through her. Damn it, he wasn’t getting off that easy. He’d asked her to come, and she had. The least he could have done was be here. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
Tugging on her hand, he pulled her close again and said quietly, “Then let me start making it up to you now.”
“What? How?” Jack was leading her behind the crowd, out a side door by the kitchen, and down a back hallway as she sputtered her questions. “Where are you taking me?”
In answer, he pushed open a door marked “Private. Rehearsal Room One.” The door closed behind them, and she heard the lock snap into place. “I apologize for being late. There was a problem with the New York property I had to sort out.”
“And you had to bring me here to apologize?” The small room held a baby grand piano and a music stand, but little else.
“No, I brought you here because I’ve missed you.” Jack sat on the piano bench and pulled her into his lap. “And this room is soundproof.”
That was all the warning she got before his mouth landed on hers.
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