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chest.
    “ That ass.” He glanced
away and shoved his fingers through his thick hair.
    “ Yup, he is.” My fingers
played with the tassel on the corner of the pillow.
    “ Let’s start with what I
hope is the easier part, why are you in your wedding
dress?”
    I sighed. “We might as well. In some way, I
think the two things are combined.”
    “ How?”
    “ We had the rehearsal
dinner tonight. My mom and I had plans to go and tour the church
and the ballroom where we were going to have the reception with the
wedding planner.”
    “ Is that
standard?”
    Tilting my head I waited for him to
clarify.
    “ You know, the bride
running around the night before her wedding? Isn’t that what the
planner is for?”
    Flipping the pillow flat onto my lap, I
nodded. “Yes. Normally.” I exhaled hard. “However, I’ve been really
stressing about the wedding…wanting everything to be perfect…afraid
something would go wrong.”
    “ Hm.”
    “ Guess it did.” Horribly
wrong.
    “ So, how was
everything?”
    “ I never made it. I told
Michael I was going, but by the time mom and I got to the garage
and my planner’s car, my head was starting to hurt. I told my mom
and—”
    “ She suggested you have a
cup of tea and lay down.”
    I laughed. “Yes, she did. She said she would
go with Wendy, my planner. That everything would be fine.”
    “ I assume you went to your
room.”
    “ Yes. I did lie down, sans
the tea, and napped for about an hour. I thought I was alone in the
suite. Lenzy’s room was on the other side, but she had said
something about needing to run an errand and I didn’t think she was
back. I really didn’t want to be around anyone, anyway.”
    “ That’s understandable.
Tomorrow you will be around hundreds of people for hours. You
deserve some alone time.” He stretched an arm across the back of
the couch, his long blunt fingers now close to me. The urge to
reach up and stroke my fingers over them, feeling the hairs on the
back of his hand it tickle my fingers assailed me.
    I quickly looked away.
    “ Then what
happened.”
    Lifting my bare shoulder, I let it drop.
“Nothing really. I saw my dress hanging on the closet door. I
couldn’t resist pulling it out of the protective bag. I loved it
from the moment I saw it. I just wanted to try it on again.”
    “ You only get to wear it
once. For as much as they cost I think a woman should be able to
wear it for the first month of their marriage or at least every
Saturday of the first year.”
    I laughed. “Exactly. See that’s more
practical and fits the price.”
    He smiled, those sexy lips pulling wide, and
my heart pounded hard in my chest.
    Shit. First he was a
breath stealer now sexy lips? Get it together, Katy. I realized the stress of the last hour must truly
be creeping in on me.
    Maybe I shouldn’t have
withheld sex from Michael after the engagement. It had to be my hormones. Michael had said it was a silly
idea since we’d been doing the deed regularly after we’d dated for
six months. I knew he was right, but I’d still imposed a no-sex
rule. Now that I knew he was a cheat, I was glad I did.
    “ So, you put it
on…”
    “ Oh, umm.” I struggled for
a moment as I got myself together and returned to my prior train of
thought. “I got into the dress and while I was standing there,
profiling in the mirror I heard something.”
    “ Lenzy came in?” he
asked.
    “ That’s what I thought.
However, when I opened my door I didn’t see anyone. I thought it
must have been something from the hall, but when I turned to go
back into my room and get out of the dress I heard more noise and
voices. So, I—”
    My throat tightened and broke off my words.
I could feel burning behind my eyes. Biting down hard on my lips I
fought the tears and focused instead on the rage of betrayal.
    “ Went to investigate I’m
sure.”
    I nodded, still unable to speak.
    “ And found them.” Char
filled in. His hand along the back of the couch balled into a