Page 5 of Hot Mess Wedding

His lips quirk up in a reluctant grin. “You’re writing a book about me?”

“No, no, I’ve only just met you. I mean technically we haven’t even met. I’ve only justseenyou. I didn’t even know you existed until about fifteen minutes ago. But you are exactly how I imagined him.”

He leans in a little closer and I get a whiff of how he smells. Like leather and decadence. Oh, I could get high off his scent.

“Is he the villain in your story?” he asks.

“No, he’s the hero.”

He cocks a brow. “That right?” He holds his hand out to me. “Ian Miller.”

“Cleary Decker,” I say.

“Cleary. That how I find your books?”

“Huh?” I’m still reliving how my name sounded on his lips.

“Do you write under your own name?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. I use a secret name. One no one knows.”

“Then how do people find your books?”

I shake my head in an effort to unscramble my brains. “I mean no one knows that I’m her. That I write books.”

“You haven’t told anyone you’re a writer?”

“No.”

This time he gives me a toothy grin. “But you told me?”

“This I my first time flying and I’m nervous.”

“Well, sugar baby, if you get scared, you can hold my hand. I won’t mind.”

chaptertwo

IAN

I lied to this angel sitting next to me.

While I can always use extra leg room—when you’re over six-foot-three, things can get cramped pretty quickly—that wasn’t why I asked to move seats. No, I asked because I took one look at this fire-haired beauty and knew I needed to run.

One look.

That’s all it took for me to know several things about her.

First: she’s my wet dream come to life. Pale and freckled, with wild red hair and big green eyes combined with a plump curvy body that was made for loving.

Second: she’s got WIFE written all over her. This is not a one-and-done kind of woman. There’s nothing wrong with that. Except I am a hundred percent a one-and-done kind of man.

Third: Because of numbers one and two she is prime temptation for me.

Temptation I need to resist.

There are a thousand reasons why a woman like this doesn’t need a man like me. And a thousand and one reasons why I can’t have a woman like her. Topping that list is the reason I’m here.

I shouldn’t even be on this plane. I’m here because of Micah Stone.

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