Page 23 of Four Weddings and a Baby Shower

Unpacking could wait. I shed my clothes and within seconds, they were in a pile at my feet. I stepped into the shower, washing away the grime of traveling all day. I tried not to let my mind wander about how nice it would be to have Liam with me under the rain shower spray. Why was my mind always thinking about Liam? Why was my body always craving his touch?

Probably because he’d been nearly naked down at the pool. Yeah, that was it. Any woman with a healthy sexual appetite would be at least a little disturbed by the sight of Liam’s bare chest. That’s all it was. A completely natural biological reaction. Unfortunately, that explanation didn’t help cool the heat that filled every crevice of my body since the second I saw Liam this morning. No, scratch that, since the day I saw Liam at the grocery store three months ago. Maybe since the day I’d met him.

I started humming to myself, trying to distract my mind and my body from thoughts of a naked Liam joining me in the shower. I thought I heard something and stopped. No, everything was silent, so I went back to my lonely bathing.

“Hi honey, I’m home!”

What the...? Crap. What was Liam doing here? And how did he get a key to my room... Oh, that little rat-devil! I never should have let him check in for me.

I looked around the bathroom. The closest towel was on the other side of the room. I’d have to make a run for it buck naked before Liam got the spiffy idea of coming in here to ‘talk’ to me. Yeah, right.

“What are you doing in my room, Liam?” I yelled out. “Don’t you come in here either,” I added hastily.

He came to the door I’d left ajar but did not come inside. “Our room,” he called out. “There were no rooms left. Mm-mm, I thought I told you? Guess I must have forgotten.”

“Oh no, you are not sharing a room with me, Liam Cameron.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have a choice. The wedding’s here and it’s top secret, so I can’t very well stay somewhere else and have someone trail me here. Ray and Tyler would be destroyed if their wedding was ruined by the paparazzi and tabloid drones.”

“We will discuss this when I am properly dressed,” I muttered.

“Who needs clothes? Want some company?” Liam asked. I could almost see the sly grin sweep across his face.

“No.”

“I can scrub your back,” he suggested.

“No.”

“We could...”

“No, no and no. Now shut the door and leave me alone.”

“You’re no fun,” Liam said in an over dramatically sad voice.

I ignored him until he shut the door. It was Ray’s wedding tomorrow. We could share a room for one night, right? All I had to do was resist Liam for one night. Then, he could go home or stay somewhere else for the week. That was on him. Just one night. I could do this. I had a celibacy pledge to keep to myself. I couldn’t break it unless... it was with Mr. Right.

And Liam Cameron was Mr. Wrong with a capital W.

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