The Convenient Wedding: a contemporary romance (The Rosa Legacy Book 3) Read Free Page A

waiting helicopter.
    Anderson helped her inside and they were joined by Brian and two other campaign aides. The door closed and they buckled into their seats.
    She had only been in a helicopter one other time and found the sensation of rising off the ground to be exhilarating. The ride lasted barely twenty minutes and they were safely delivered to the rooftop of a hotel in Greenwich, Connecticut.
    The campaign staffers briefed Anderson on the event and they headed indoors.
    Anderson turned to her and said, “Stick with Brian and he will entertain you. I have a few people to meet then we can get a coffee.”
    Lucia purposely didn’t cling to Brian. She used the time to speak with a variety of people at the event and tried to gauge people’s attitudes and beliefs about Anderson. It surprised her that most people mentioned his ability to design impressive buildings and his willingness to invest in dilapidated downtown areas. Anderson had the right foundation for a campaign. The work would be carrying that message out beyond the city limits of Greenwich.
    She was deep in conversation with a young, affluent couple when Anderson appeared at her side.
    Anderson interrupted, “Don’t believe anything they tell you about me.”
    Lucia turned toward him in surprise and then watched as Anderson greeted his friends warmly. He steered the conversation to a recent trip the couple had taken to Italy then within a few minutes, he made his excuses for leaving.
    Anderson placed his hand around her waist and whispered, “We will need to be quick if we are to escape.”
    He led her through the hotel’s grand foyer and then outside into the night air. They walked for a block in silence, each enjoying the quiet and solitude.
    “Are you cold?” He asked her.
    She ran her hands over her bare arms and rubbed them. “Maybe a little but the night air feels refreshing.”
    He removed his dinner jacket and placed it on her shoulders, tugging it closed in the front. Immediately his warm jacket melted her reserve and his musky, clean scent enveloped her.
    Standing before her, he gazed down into her eyes. The street light illuminated his features and Lucia found her herself staring at him. He was breathtaking. His masculine jawline and deep set eyes drew her in. She hoped he wouldn’t kiss her. It would be impossible to wipe away the memory and she already could tell her body was on fire for him. She could barely string together two coherent thoughts and her knees felt weak.
    A slow smile formed on his lips and Lucia stepped back. She needed to push their interaction onto a more professional footing. She couldn’t allow herself to melt at his feet.
    “I think you promised coffee?” It was nearly eleven and she needed to create some space between them. She started walking in the direction they had been going.
    Anderson matched her stride. “You can drink caffeine this late at night?”
    She shook her head. “Decaf. But it puts me in the mood to talk about work.” She touched the back of her neck and tried to dispel the tension building in her body.
    He reached out at took her hand in his. “How about a walking tour of Greenwich first? This is where I grew up and started my company.”
    Her fingers tingled. Why was he so hot? She tried to concentrate on the business of his campaign but her thoughts kept drifting back to his appeal. She walked along next to him and purposely kept her eyes on the different shops and gardens. She could feel warmth spreading up her arm and took a deep breath to counteract it. Unfortunately the warmth spread throughout her body. She pulled her hand away and pulled his jacket tightly around her.
    Anderson slowed to examine a historic building in the moonlight. “My parents knew that I would be an architect when as a young boy. I preferred exploring old buildings to other pursuits more typical of children.”
    Lucia stopped and gazed at the historic building. “Did your parents have an interest in