A Pregnancy, a Party & a Proposal. Teresa Carpenter

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      “The waiting is excruciating. How much longer before this gig gets going?”

      Garrett’s gaze shifted to the mantel clock. “Soon. And it’s easy to be calm when you’re sure of what you’re doing.”

      “Marriage is a trap for the unwary. Standing up there in front of everyone is a lonely place to be.”

      Okay, he knew that was warped even as the words slipped out. His memories had no place here.

      “I won’t be alone.” Garrett laughed off the outrageous comment. “I’ll be joined by the woman I love. Until then you’ll be by my side.”

      Garrett opened the bottom drawer in the solid oak desk and pulled out a bottle of aged whiskey and a single crystal glass. After pouring a good dollop into the glass, he pushed it across the oak surface to Ray.

      “Maybe this will help settle your nerves.”

      “No, thanks.” Ray turned down the shot. Normally he’d accept and relish the burn. Today he’d remain stone-cold sober. The way he felt, adding alcohol was not a good idea.

      “I don’t understand you, dude.” Garrett shook his head. “You’re the one who told me I’d be safe with Tori.”

      “It’s easy to see she makes you happy.” Ray ran a hand over his jaw. Just because marriage wasn’t for him didn’t mean others couldn’t benefit from the bond. “And of course you have that whole Spidey sense of approval going for you.”

      Apparently the twins were natural matchmakers and got a special “feeling” when they saw two people who belonged together. Lauren had gotten the feeling about Garrett and Tori, but hadn’t said anything until after they were engaged.

      Garrett arched a dark eyebrow. “Mock if you want. I’m reaping the rewards.”

      “Sorry. The truth is you deserve the best. Don’t mind me—weddings make me twitchy.”

      “So you said when I asked you to be my best man. Thanks for doing this for me.”

      “You’re the closest thing I have to a brother. Of course I’m here for you.”

      “What’s your deal anyway?”

      Ray shook his head. “Ancient history. Too depressing for the occasion.”

      Too depressing, period. He didn’t talk or think about those times.

      A knock sounded at the door and Lauren’s assistant stuck her head in. “It’s time, gentlemen.”

      “We’ll be right there,” Garrett assured her, and surged to his feet. He looked at Ray as he rose too. “Are you ready for this?”

      Ray waved Garrett forward, then clapped him on the back when he passed. “Let’s get you hitched.”

      Outside, Ray stood at his friend’s side in the shade of the gazebo as music filled the air and the bridal party started toward them. Nick Randall escorted his mother to the front row. As soon as they were seated, Lauren began her journey down the rose-strewn runner.

      Ray couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wore a strapless, figure-hugging silver gown, showing her curves to sweet advantage. The fading sun gleamed in golden curls swept to one side, leaving one creamy shoulder bare. She grew more stunning the closer she got.

      He completely missed the bride walking down the aisle as his gaze lingered on the maid of honor. Watching her, he remembered their first heated encounter in the laundry room of his home on Thanksgiving. Desire stirred.

      Not wanting to embarrass himself, or his friend, he turned his attention—and his camera—to the ceremony. The officiate spoke, and then Garrett and Tori exchanged the poignant vows they’d written themselves. Weddings might make Ray itch, but as a film director he recognized powerful dialogue when he heard it.

      He received the signal to hand over the rings. Garrett kissed his bride. The officiate introduced the couple as Mr. and Mrs. Black. And finally the time came for Ray to touch Lauren as they moved to follow the couple up the aisle in a reverse procession.

      As before, she refused to look at him as he linked her arm around his.

      “You look beautiful.” He laid his hand over hers and squeezed. Forget her decree. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet. Changing her mind was exactly the distraction he needed.

      She bunched her fingers into a fist, but didn’t look at him.

      “You girls outdid yourselves with the decorations.”

      She rolled her amber eyes. “You could care less about the decorations.”

      “Not true. As a director, I admire a well-organized scene.”

      “I’m sure Tori will be glad you approve. It’s her vision.”

      They reached the end of the aisle. Lauren immediately pulled free of him.

      “Don’t wander off. We’ll be doing photos in a moment.”

      “Yes,” he tossed out with droll humor. “I got a copy of the itinerary.”

      That drew her gaze as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Behave.”

      He lifted an eyebrow. “Where’s the fun in that?” He leaned close, inhaled her sweet scent—honeysuckle and soap—and whispered, “Meet me in the laundry room in twenty minutes.”

      A blush added color to her rose-dusted cheeks. But, oh, such warm eyes weren’t meant to give off chills. Her hands went to her shapely hips, but before she could speak she was drawn into a hug as friends and family descended on the wedding party.

      “You’re a piece of work,” she managed in an aside between greetings. “What about your date?”

      “I’m stag tonight.” He shook hands and nodded as people stopped in front of him. In a short break between one guest and the next he sent her a sultry look over his shoulder. “There’s been no one since you.”

      “What? I’m supposed to feel sorry for you?” She snorted, then had to paste on a smile when her grandmother gave her an odd look. “Spare me, please. You’re a world-class director. You could have a woman on your arm with the snap of your fingers.”

      “I pine for you,” he said, and lifted Grandma Randall’s hand to his mouth to kiss her fingers. “So nice to meet you. It’s easy to see where Tori gets her beauty.”

      The older woman twittered prettily and moved on.

      “Flirt,” Lauren admonished him.

      He grinned. “She loved it.”

      “Only proves my point. You won’t be alone for long.”

      “Come on—I barely know anyone.” There were a few film industry people here, but the biggest portion of guests was made up of Tori’s family and friends. “You’re maid of honor to my best man. We’re scripted to be together.”

      “Hmm. You’ve spent half the time behind that camera. I don’t know why you need company at all.”

      Implying he was lacking at his duties? Why did he allow her to get to him? Yes, she was lovely, but he’d dated some of the most gorgeous women in the world. She was a bit of a brat, and she constantly challenged his authority. But one whiff of her scent and he could think of only one thing: getting her alone.

      The thinning crowd shifted, bumping Lauren into Ray. He grabbed her to keep her from toppling. His fingers framed her hips as he drew her close.

      He lowered his head and kissed the vulnerable curve of her neck. “The laundry room door has a lock. We won’t be gone long.”

      She melted against him. The corner of his mouth kicked up in satisfaction as he mentally tracked the fastest route to the utility room. They both had bedrooms inside, but the laundry room held sentimental value.