Someone Like You

It wasn’t like they found each other across a crowded room, she told herself. And what was he doing here, anyway? She’d seen the guest list. He wasn’t on it. She had a job to do and she didn’t need him here as a distraction. Jessica wanted everything to go smoothly and Teddy prided herself on giving the bride her due. One of the security guards tapped Adam on the shoulder and he moved to the back of the crowd.

For forty minutes the photographers took pictures. Teddy held flowers, smoothed hair away from a face, pushed a bridesmaid’s errant bra strap into place and even stood completely concealed behind a bridesmaid as she held the woman’s dress in place for a better fit. As she did this, Teddy searched the faces on the sidelines for Adam’s.

When they moved inside, Teddy stayed with the bridal party while the others headed for the reception at the Waldorf Astoria. The photographer had things under control and one of his assistants had put the items not needed on a pew. He was likely to be another forty-five minutes before finishing his capture of this moment in time. Teddy took the moment to look around for Adam.

He stood along the rear wall. She headed for him. “Your presence here can’t be a coincidence,” Teddy said when she was close enough to him that no one else would hear her.

“Apparently, I’m here for you.”

“Me?” She frowned, her hand going to her breasts. “Why? I’m in the middle of a wedding and I didn’t…I mean, we didn’t agree to meet again.”

“It’s out of our hands.”

“I don’t understand,” Teddy said.

“You have to pick up something this afternoon before you go back to New Jersey.”

“A painting,” she said. “My moth—” Teddy suddenly stopped. She fully understood. Her mother had called Adam and told him she was going to the gallery today to pick up a painting and bring it back to Princeton. When she went home in a few weeks, she’d take it with her.

“Another setup, I see,” Adam said.

“You don’t have to do this,” Teddy protested. “I’m sure you’re busy. It’s a small canvas and I can carry it on the train.”

“I’m here now. I don’t mind driving you since we will be heading in the same direction.”

“You drove?”

He nodded.

“Teddy?”

She looked back at the photographer and waved at him to indicate she’d be a moment.

“I have to go now. The reception is at the Waldorf. When I leave there I’m going—”

“I know,” he interrupted. “I have all the details.”

“Of course you do.” Teddy knew her mother was nothing if not thorough.

“I’ll see you at the reception.”

Teddy nodded and rushed to the front of the church. As she went to work on the necessary details that needed attention, she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder to see if Adam was still standing there.

He wasn’t.

* * *

Two hours later Adam caught up with Teddy just inside the main ballroom. “Would you like to dance?” he asked.

“I’m not a guest here,” she told him. “And neither are you.”

“Your duties are over. You were invited to the reception, so you’re free now.” He took her hand and pulled her close. “Would you like to dance?”

He didn’t give her time to answer. And he didn’t put her hand on his waist. Her hand rested below his belt on the strong haunches of his lower back. She didn’t move it—not away at least. He felt her hesitation and she pushed it down an inch. Heat rushed through his clothes, up his back and into his neck. Adam felt the scorching flame beneath her skin.

His eyes were staring at her. He had to move, snap out of the paralytic state he was in. Moving his feet, he circled her onto the floor and she fell in step with him. He knew she wouldn’t fight him. That would cause a scene, and at a wedding this important or even one that wasn’t, Teddy wouldn’t ruin the day for the newly married couple. He’d garnered that from talking to her during their blind date.

She danced well. She was light in his arms as he led her from one step to another. She followed him as if they’d practiced for hours. Adam enjoyed it. He didn’t dance much, but in his youth he’d been known to command the floor.