Falling for Mister Wrong Read Free

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knowledge that she hadn’t changed her mind about saying I do on
national television. “The network will take care of all that. You
just have to kick back, relax, and watch it all come together.”
    The desire to protest again was strong, but
she didn’t even know what she would say. I don’t want someone
else planning my wedding? Does everything we do for the rest of our
lives have to be in the public eye? Can’t we just wait a year or
seven until I know for sure that you’re the one?
    “You won’t have to do a thing. Except of
course, dream about me every night and miss me every day.” He
dropped a kiss on her nose. Caitlyn smothered the urge to sneeze.
“The future Mrs. Pierzynski. Caitlyn Pierzynski. I like the sound
of that.”
    I can’t even spell it.
    She tried to smile, but his movie-star
gorgeous face was too close and her brain was doing the Picasso
thing again. Ear. Nose. Why was she still so on edge? He was
supposed to be her eye of the storm, but even though the cameras
had left them alone for the last fifteen hours, she still felt the
residual push of that always on feeling that had plagued her
for the last weeks.
    It must be the hotel. She probably wouldn’t
feel normal again until she got back to Colorado.
    “Are you looking forward to getting back to
Indiana?” she asked abruptly, digging for that connection, that
moment of simpatico that would remind her he really was The
One.
    “Actually, I’m going to L.A. There will be so
many media events and publicity appearances for the next several
weeks—morning talk shows, late-night talk shows, guest spots on
everything from cooking shows to medical advice programs—it seemed
like it would be so much easier to manage all that if I was based
in L.A. for a while.”
    “You aren’t going home for Christmas?”
    “They’ll understand. It’s such a busy time
for me.”
    She’d loved his family. She couldn’t imagine
not wanting to spend the holidays with them. She was already
fantasizing about next year when she could have a real family
Christmas. “What about your students?”
    “Oh, I already spoke with my principal. They
know not to expect me back this year. It probably would be too much
of a distraction for the kids anyway, being taught by a celebrity.
And who knows? I might find something that suits me even better in
Hollywood. Craig from last season is on one of those morning shows
now.” He grinned, all dimples and twinkling blue eyes. “Can you see
me as a commentator?”
    “What would you commentate on?”
    He shrugged. “Who knows? If we’re lucky,
maybe we can afford a mansion next door to the Marrying Mister
Perfect mansion in Beverly Hills. How great would that be? We could
look out our window and see where we first met.”
    “I don’t know if I want a mansion in Beverly
Hills.”
    He grinned, lifting their linked hands and
kissing her knuckles. “You’re right. It’s too early to be talking
about all that. Right now all you need to be thinking about is
going back to Colorado and packing up your apartment so we can
start our new life together in twelve weeks.”
    He said it with such boyish enthusiasm, his
eyes alight at the idea of her boxing up her old life to join him
in his. And that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? That was why she’d
come on the show. Because she needed a change. She needed more than
what she had in her lonely little Colorado apartment. Christmases
by herself, New Year’s with no one to kiss. She wanted someone to
come home to and the pitter-patter of little feet.
    Daniel wanted all those things too. She
couldn’t count the number of conversations they’d had where they’d
mapped out their life together. PTA and soccer practice. Who would
change the diapers (both of them) and who would do the cooking
(Daniel – Caitlyn was a disaster in the kitchen).
    She wasn’t losing her old life, she was
gaining that new one. The one they’d planned. Even if they hadn’t
planned it in Los