Page 45 of The Bad Wedding Date

“Fair deal.”

“Fine.”

“Miracles do happen,” she said with a smile. “Not only are you dancing, but you’ve put a smile on my face on a night when I thought the only thing left to do was cry.”

“Don’t make a hero out of me, Charlotte.”

“I’ll make a hero out of whoever I want, thank you very much. If I choose you, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

With those words, I lost sight of everything for good.

I was in more trouble than I had been before all this began.

All because of a woman in a pretty dress I could no longer resist.

13

Charlotte

Imust have been gazing up at him with all the subtlety of a groupie staring up at their favourite rock star because Fraser looked away awkwardly, his eyes scanning the room.

“You’re hating this.” I laughed.

“I’m not delicate like you.”

“I’ll have you know that I can deadlift around sixty kilos at the gym. I’m not as fragile as I seem.”

A small smile tugged at his lips.

“Hey!” I cried. “I thought sixty kilos was a lot. Don’t ruin my life like this.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You’re just extremely uncomfortable, aren’t you?”

“Christ, more than you know.” His smile lit up my world.

“And I thought nothing would make you uncomfortable.”

“Then, I probably shouldn’t tell you that there are many things.”

“Really? Tell me one, and it can’t be the dancing thing.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I’ll pout.”

“You won’t. You’re not your sister.”

“Ouch.” I chuckled.

“That was a compliment, not an insult.”

“I know, but even hearing me compared to her in any way…” I shuddered visibly.

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