Her Kind of Trouble (Harlequin Superromance) Read Free Page A

him.
    “Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you,” she said, her eyes sending him a very different message.
    A shame he wasn’t allowed to play with her properly. She’d give him a good run for his money.
    “Seth,” he said, offering her his hand. “And you’re Vivian. We’re about to become family, they tell me.”
    She considered his hand for a beat before sliding hers into it. Her skin was soft and warm, her nails surprisingly short and businesslike.
    “Jodie warned me you aren’t brother material.”
    She was more of a strawberry-blonde than a true redhead, he decided. Her eyes were an intriguing blue-green, her skin creamy smooth.
    He bet she tasted good.
    “Did she? I wonder why?”
    “You think maybe it has something to do with the whole Marlon Brando On the Waterfront thing you’ve got going on?”
    “Damn. And here I was, aiming for James Dean in Giant. ”
    “You’ll need a cowboy hat to pull that one off.”
    “A cowboy hat, huh? I’ll add it to my shopping list. So, Vivian, what do you do when you’re not being the sexiest woman in the room?”
    She huffed out a little laugh. “Wow, you don’t mess around, do you?”
    “Just calling it like I see it.”
    She took a sip from her champagne flute, considering him over the rim. “So, how do you see this working? We slip out between the main and dessert and I do you in the alley? Or were you thinking the bathroom?”
    He choked on his beer, going from semihard to hard in no seconds flat. Then she arched her eyebrows and he knew she was yanking his chain.
    “Funny.”
    “Just calling it like I see it.” She lifted one shoulder in a casual shrug.
    The movement caused the slit in her bodice to flare momentarily, offering him a heart-stopping view of cleavage. He was about to respond when he felt the heavy pressure of someone staring at him. He glanced around and met his brother’s dark glare.
    Okay. Time to wind up this little chin-wag before his brother burst an artery.
    “Vivian, it was nice meeting you. I look forward to seeing you at the altar tomorrow,” he said, offering her a mocking half bow.
    “Tomorrow’s a whole other day. And you know what they say about weddings.” She winked then, the sexiest move he’d ever witnessed in the flesh.
    Since he knew he couldn’t top that, he offered one last smile and turned away. Jason was angling toward him, and Seth headed in the opposite direction and sat beside his grandmother. As he’d guessed, Jason stopped short, unwilling to give a lecture about keeping his pants zipped in front of an octogenarian.
    Wimp.
    “Seth, sweetheart. Good to see you. Tell me about all the trouble you’ve been causing,” his grandmother said, patting his hand.
    “I don’t know who you’ve been talking to, but I’ve been busy working. No trouble here.”
    She laughed heartily, tickled, and he set himself to entertaining her. And all the while he puzzled over Vivian’s parting words. What, exactly, did people say about weddings? And did it mean he was in with a chance tomorrow or not?
    * * *
    V IVIAN STAYED UP half the night hand-stitching the sequins, seed pearls and feathers onto the belt. She was bleary-eyed when she finished, but the belt was gorgeous and she was certain that Jodie would love it.
    It wasn’t a dress, but it was something.
    She set her alarm before burrowing into the pillow and willing herself to sleep on the narrow bed. For some reason, her conversation with Seth slipped into her mind as she drifted off. Man, he was cocky. So confident he was almost offensive.
    Almost. If he actually delivered on the promises he made with that body and those eyes... Well, it would be a whole lot of fun.
    She fell asleep with a smile on her face, slept through her alarm and then had to shower in a panic before joining her sister downstairs to have her hair and makeup done with the other bridesmaids.
    “Vivian,” her mother said reproachfully as Vivian slipped into the lone empty seat at the kitchen