Last Groom Standing. Kimberly Lang

in the direction of his brain at the moment, and his mind was full of images and ideas that might scare Marnie if she knew.

      “Um...” she began, only to stop and clear her throat. “I’m sure that Sven has a bottle of...um...” She paused again to swallow. “Something that probably needs drinking.”

      Her hand was shaking as she reached out to toy with the button of his shirt. His skin was hot; it should have scorched her just from proximity. Those big blue eyes met his, and what he saw there nearly brought him to his knees.

      “Would you like to come up for a nightcap?”