Page 103 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
Samuel’s expression softened, freaking Jamison out even more. “You’re a Fairweather for sure, butsometimes—”
“Yeah, sometimes, the way you move or the way you say something in just the right way catches me off guard because it’s her,” Evie cut in, wiping her cheeks. “You act like Ben, but you act like her too, and on the outside—other than your height—it’s all Mama.”
Taking Jamison by the shoulders, her father turned her to face the mirror. “Your mom was really into this kind of stuff. Laura Jean loved wedding dresses the most.”
“Ben?” Taylor's voice carried in from the hall. “Where are you?”
“It’s Sunday,” Jamison whispered. “What is she doing here?”
“Hell, if I know,” he replied, starting for the door. “In here, Taylor.”
“Oh, hey!” Taylor popped into the room before anyone could stop her. “Wow, Jamison. You look… great? That dress is a little old-fashioned but works with your figure.”
Getting herself under control, Evie leaned on Samuel for support. “It was our mother’s wedding dress.”
“The wedding dress she wore when she married your father?” Taylor pointed at Evie before swinging her index finger in Jamison’s direction. “Or the one she wassupposedto wear with your father? Sorry, but I get confused.”
If it weren’t for everyone being used to Taylor’s obliviousness and total lack of filter, she would have been thrown out on her ass for such a stupid question. But after their talk, Jamison had come to the conclusion that this was just Taylor. The stark bluntness likely got her ahead at the office because, as they all knew, the head of Fairweather Holdings appreciated loyalty and honesty above all else.
Jamison would also bet that the behavior was a defense mechanism. After losing her husband and dreams of the future, Taylor probably didn’t want to get close to anyone and just let any random thought that entered her brain fly right out of her mouth.
“It’s the dress Laura Jean was going to wear when she married me,” her father said, taking over the conversation. “And not to be rude, but why are you here, Taylor?”
“The Fire Marshal has been trying to get in touch with you. He thinks he has a solution to the recall and wants to run the plan past you before he signs off on it.” Taylor held up her ringing cell phone, answering the call with a sharp jab to the screen. “Taylor Cabot, assistant to Mr. Benjamin Fairweather, speaking.Yes, sir. I have him right here.”
Jamison watched as her father attempted to corral Taylor out of the room and downstairs, careful not to touch her as he did. The door closed behind them, and Evie nudged Samuel to follow, making him frown at his wife. “Why can’t I stay?”
“Because she needs to change,” Evie told him. “I haven’t seen her actual wedding dress on her yet, and I want to have a moment alone with my sister when she tries it on.”
He smirked down at her. “Technically, she’s my sister too.”
“This argument will not get you anywhere, Samuel.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My arguments get me everywhere, Evangeline.” He kissed her temple, patting her ass on the way out. “I’ll be right on the landing.”
Once he was gone, Evie sighed dreamily. “I love my husband.”
Jamison wrinkled her nose. “I’m surprised he even let you out of his sight for the fifteen minutes we were in the attic.”
“Izzy was on the stairs.” Evie joined her at the mirror, fiddling with the halter strap to get it smoothed down just right. “He thinks he’s sneaky and sent her.”
“At least he seems to be in a playful mood today. That’s new.”
“He’s sex-starved, so he’s trying to get on my good side for the next time you guys shut the security system down,” Evie explained. “We missed this last one because Harper had an upset stomach.”
Jamison shushed her. “The security cameras are still transmitting our conversation into the room whereeveryoneis getting an update.”
“Do you think the people in that room don’t know Samuel and I have sex?” Evie waved a hand at her stomach. “I think the cat is out of the bag.”
“Gross.”
“Whatever,” Evie shot back, ready to defend her marriage. She did it so much initially that it was second nature to her now. “Go try on your dress for me.”
She would since it was Evie asking, but really, Jamison wanted the next time she put on her wedding dress to be when she walked down the aisle to Liam. “Fine.”
Grabbing her phone, she slipped off into the walk-in closet and checked to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. No missed calls—thank God—but there was a new message from Liam.
You look lovelytoday, Mrs. Cohen.
