Page 97 of Nothing to the Wedding
No doubt it was always someone’s wedding day somewhere.Still not a bad ambition.
“Rox—”
“Thank you for speaking with me, Reeve, I appreciate your time.”
Zairn opened the door and there was security, ready and prepped to “escort” him out.Politely, of course… she hoped.
“Go,” Zairn said.
“I’ll call you,” Roxie said.
The reporter was dubious.“You’ll call?”
“Yes,” she said.“Some time.Eventually.”
She wouldn’t make any promises when this was kind of an unusual time.Weddings.Marriage.All that zest and zazz.
Reeve muttered something before being swept outside by security.The door closed as a final period to their meeting.
“Roxanna—”
“Ah!Ah!Ah!”she rebuked, wagging a finger.“It’s our wedding day.That means you can’t start an argument with me and I can’t tell you off for rudely excusing my friends.”
“Friend?Reeve Crosby is not our friend, babe.”
“Okay.”Extending her arms, she curled her fingers in and out of her palms, gesturing for him.“Come make-out with me.”
Now they were alone, anyone paying attention might believe they were enjoying some married couple time.Who was she to disappoint them?
“That why you had Reeve Crosby in here?”
“Oh, yeah, ‘cause he’s totally my type.He doesn’t have a skyscraper penthouse.”
When he reached her, she let her hands slide across his body and around until she was holding herself against him.There in that space…
“You wouldn’t look at me,” she murmured, eyes closed.“One year ago today…”
“Lo…”
“Something you can’t get from me.”
Those were his words that night.Missing it was the biggest mistake of her life, her biggest regret.That night, this man couldn’t put his arms around her.And there, on their wedding day, he embraced her like she was the most precious thing in his world.
“I was blind.”
“Lola—”
“We’ve been over this, I know, yet I haven’t gotten the truth out, let me…”
Words were her style, she always had something to say, a phrase for any occasion.Except it didn’t matter how many times they’d touched on the issue, she’d never managed to articulate what had been inside her back then.
“You can have anything you want,” he murmured, tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear.
Language neglected her.And when he said that… there was only one thing she wanted…
“Kiss me, Casanova.”
No explanation or justification needed.Bleeding satisfaction, he ducked to rest his mouth on hers.Was there such a thing as too much happiness, too much love?Their lives could follow any path.Up, down, it didn’t matter.Left, right, they’d figure it out.
