Page 2 of Then Came Love
She blinked several times, trying to clear her head. “I didn’t hire anyone. I postponed the wedding.”
“Really?”A devilish glimmer sparked in his eyes. “You were hung up on me, too, weren’t you?”
He twirled her so unexpectedly, nervous laughter bubbled out, and when he drew her into his arms, his smiling lips were a whisper away. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
“Go on, Jordy, admit it. You had Jax on the brain.”
“Jordy?” She couldn’t stifle her amusement, but it came with a warm and slightly painful memory of her childhood nickname.
He arched a brow. “Be honest. How many cold showers did you have to take after we met?”
She gasped, but she was grinning like a fool. “Would you stop?”
“Sorry. I’m just having fun with you.”
And I’m liking it way too much.He’d been just as charming and funny during their initial meeting, but he hadn’t flirted with her. He hadn’t had to. The air between them had been electrified, and the way he’d looked at her had turned her inside out.
“You’re obviously still engaged, so why did you call off your wedding?”
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.“Scheduling issues. My fiancé is a portfolio manager for RZS Wealth Management in Manhattan. He works all the time, and it’s hard for him to get away.”
“Sounds like an impressive job.” He leaned closer, his scruff tickling her cheek as his husky voice rolled into her ear. “If you were mine, I’d never put work ahead of spending time with you.”
Now she was all fluttery and nervous again. “I thought you weren’t trying to steal me away from my fiancé.”
“I was just stating a fact. It’s not like I challenged him to a duel at midnight.”
Another song began, and he continued holding her. “Have a drink with me.”
She wanted to say yes more than she wanted her next breath, but she didn’t want to lead him—or herself—on. “I can’t. I have to go.”
He held her gaze. “Have to, or want to?”
“Does it matter?” came out before she could think to stop it.
“Yes, what you want matters.”
It had been so long since anyone had made her feel like what she wanted was important, it took all her willpower to skip over his question and say, “Thank you for the dance, Jax.” She stepped out of his arms, but he caught her hand, his piercing dark eyes rooting her in place.
“Come by my studio tomorrow at three. Let me make your dress for you.”
“Jax…”
He stepped closer, still holding her hand. “Please let me do this for you. I promise I won’t do anything inappropriate.”
What did it say about her that she was a little disappointed by that? “But the wedding is less than three months away. There’s not enough time to design and make a gown.”
“I’ll make it happen.”
“But you don’t see clients on Sundays. Or at least you didn’t when I made my initial appointment.”
“For you I do. Three o’clock?”
She was breathing so hard, it was difficult to think, but the din of the wedding broke through. “Your relatives are in town. Don’t you want to spend time with them?”
“I will. We’re all having brunch tomorrow before they take off.” He gently pulled her closer, making her pulse quicken again. “Say yes, Jordan.”
I can’thung on the tip of her tongue, but “Yes” came out, and she silently chided herself. “But no flirting.”
A slow smile spread across his handsome face. “You’re the boss. Let me walk you to your car.”
“No” flew from her lips. “Sorry. I’m just…I’m late for something. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek.
Her heart thundered as she hurried away, wondering if she was making the biggest mistake of her life.
