Page 13 of Wedding Daddy

“There you are,” he said as he stepped into the tiny room, filling it with his aura and shredding her recently regained calm to pieces. “I was looking all over for you.”

“No...” Jill shook her head, trying to wish this reality away. “This can’t be happening. You can’t be here.”

“Yet somehow I am.” He was giving her that slightly disapproving frown again. The same one he’d given her when they first met that had made her mad at him. It was having the same effect now. “Why did you run away at the airport?” he asked.

Jill frowned. “What?”

“At the airport, I told you to wait for me, but when I got out of immigration, you were gone. You ran away from me, Jill.”

She almost groaned when she heard him say her name. He shouldn’t know her name. She shouldn’t be hearing him call her name in that deep voice of his that was somehow always sexy no matter what he said or what mood he was in. Or what moodshewas in, for that matter.

“Why did you run?” he asked again.

“Who cares about that?” she cried. “You’re Emma’s father. Terry’s father-in-law... I had sex with my brother’s father-in-law.”

He narrowed his eyes on her. “Not his father-in-law yet, and technically speaking, we didn’t have sex.”

“Not sure this is the right time to be quibbling about the definition of words, Mr. Holt,” she said sarcastically. “You had your hands between my legs. The things I said to you on the plane... Oh my God!” Her face turned red, and she wished the ground would open and swallow her. The room suddenly felt too small, and she tried to move around, groaning when she found no space. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“You still haven’t told me why you ran away,” he said stubbornly with a glint in his eyes. “You made me really mad, Jill. See, my daughter is getting married tomorrow, and that’s all I'm supposed to be thinking about. I should not be thinking about some annoying brat I had fun with on a fucking plane.”

“And that’s why I left,” she retorted. “It was supposed to be fun on the fucking plane and nothing more. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to your daughter’s wedding?” she accused him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming for your brother’s wedding?” he countered.

“I’m sorry, I was too busy trying not to scream and let the whole plane know I was getting finger banged in first class,” she snapped, and they both glared at each other.

“Okay, we’ve got to sort this shit out,” he said after a few seconds. “I’m not letting this mess ruin Emma’s special day.”

“No shit,” She sighed and then groaned as the sound of his voice whispering in her ear as she came played in her head. “Oh my God. I got finger banged on the fucking plane by my own father-in-law.”

“I’m not your father-in-law.”

“Yes, you are. Your daughter is marrying my brother, which makes her my sister-in-law, making you my father-in-law.”

“Not yet. Wedding’s not till tomorrow,” he pointed out. “Everything we did happened before then...”

“That’s right,” she interjected, grateful for the lifeline he was throwing her. “It doesn’t matter because Terry is not married yet. So as long as we both stay far away from each other, we should be fine. I mean that, Mr. Holt...”

“It’s Bradley,” he corrected her with a scowl.

“Just stay away from me for the rest of the night.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” he replied. “I stay away from you, and you don’t have to worry about giving in to any temptation.”

“Me? What about you?”

“Not sure there’s anything to be worried about on my end.”

She glared at him. “I don’t like the way you said that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re acting like nothing will happen tonight because you don’t want it to. Like you’re irresistible or something.”

“I must be to you. Why else did you run away from me at the airport?”

“Maybe I realized I didn’t like you as much as I thought I did,” she countered.

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