Page 1 of Too Delicious

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Cooper

This moment will live rent-free in my head forever.

My dream girl shuffles across the room in gold sequined hot pants, comically trying to balance a stack of boxes while wearing six-inch heels she has no business wearing.

One day, our grandchildren will ask how our story began and…well, I don’t know her name yet.

I don’t know her occupation, how old she is, or her favorite movie or color. I don’t know what her type of guy is, or whether she even wants children in the first place.

But if she does, one day, those kids and grandkids will ask about us, and I’ll say this: she was lost in the wrong place at the right time. I took one look at her big eyes and her crazy outfit, and I just knew.

Or maybe I’ll let her tell her version of the story. I do tend to talk too much.

“I don’t know how I let you talk me into these things.”

Carter is at it again, whining about having to leave the house. Poor baby.

I don’t know how he expected Gold Hill Investments to see any growth if we don’t put ourselves out there and make new contacts.

Carter’s salty because he has no social skills.

What he doesn’t realize while he’s bitching and moaning is that the woman I’m going to marry has just struck me dumb.

Her ridiculous outfit—gold hot pants over black tights, and a matching gold bustier under a long black blazer—looks like she’s trying to hide her curves. She may be unintentionally accenting every delicious, fleshy bit of her, which I find insanely sexy.

Her outfit more or less matches that of her much more boisterous sister, who’s barreling through the crowd with an ice chest.

They’ll figure out soon enough they went to the wrong convention.

My chest tightens. I have to make contact before those women realize their mistake and leave, potentially shredding my whole future.

“Summer!”my dream girl shrieks as the woman ahead of her stops short.

I lunge forward.

“Here, let me help you.” Before the one in the blazer can reply, I snatch the bags and boxes from her arms.

“That’s not necessary,” she says, looking surprised and mystified that a stranger would step in to help.

I completely abandon Carter to help the women with their things.

“So, where are you ladies from?” I ask, focusing on the one in the blazer and tights with golden eyes I could lose myself in.

“No time for small talk,” the one called Summer declares as we wind our way through the crowd. She’s babbling something about cocktail hour, but I’m waiting for the one in the blazer to say more.

“Table ten, there it is!” Summer shouts.

“So, you’re not lost?”

My dream girl looks at me askance.

“No,” she says, snatching back the bags I carry in my hands, then ignores me as she confers with her partner.

I watch them set up their booth like they’re trying to beat the clock.

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