The girls really had put together a great outfit for me. It was miraculously flattering on my curvy figure. I felt my courage start to make an appearance .
I slipped the heels on as Kaylie knocked and stepped inside .
“Need help?” She stared at me.”Oh my God Becky, you look stunning !”
“This dress is amazing .”
“I think so too. Just let me…” She whipped the clip out of my hair and it tumbled over my shoulders in loose waves. “That’s better .”
“Can you zip me the rest of the way up ?”
She grinned and reached behind me .
“ Thanks , K .”
“Did you pack your bikini ?”
I nodded as she grabbed my bag and practically dragged me down the hall. I could barely keep up. I was definitely going with the flow .
I had a feeling they would hogtie me if I didn’t .
“Whiskey is driving us. It’s too long a drive for us all to ride with the boys. Especially not now .”
Kaylie gave me a meaningful look. I knew she was pregnant and definitely smart not to ride a motorcycle in her condition. I nodded .
I’d just ride in the back and not talk to him. And I’d try not to stare .
Or drool over his gorgeous muscles .
We stepped outside and I stopped in my tracks. Whiskey was standing by a silver SUV. It was a huge car and he still dwarfed it. His beefy arms were crossed over his chest. His muscles had muscles. His blue eyes twinkled in the sun .
And that wasn’t all .
Whiskey had definitely gotten the memo about dressing spiffy. The man looked… well, he looked like a model. I’d never seen him look better, which was saying something since he already looked like a badass movie star .
I swallowed. The man looked he was an action movie hero most of the time. Now he looked sauve on top of it .
I let my eyes do a little wandering, hoping no one would notice .
Especially not Whiskey .
He was wearing a blue button down shirt that matched his eyes. His jeans looked new, but also soft enough to hug his sexy thighs. His hair was even neatly combed to the side .
And was that … gel ?
Oh. My . Word .
Kaylie continued dragging me down the front walk, practically shoving me towards him. Not the car . Him .
I stared at Whiskey. He stared at me. He looked like he was in shock. I knew without a doubt that I’d totally let the girls overdo it with the dress .
Darn it. Now he would know how I felt. That I still wanted him, even after everything he had done .
I had to be strong. I needed to protect myself. My pride. But most of all, my heart .
Eliza’s future happiness depended on me .
I’d just have to be extra careful not to be too obvious about how I felt. I’d throw him off the scent. There was no way I was making this easy for him .
“Becky. Wow. You look incredible .”
He sounded awe struck. I crossed my arms, tossing my hair over my shoulder .
“Oh, you noticed? I guess I must have looked like chopped liver before .”
He looked surprised and a little hurt .
“No, that’s not what I meant. I just …”
He was stammering. Whiskey was actually stammering. The biggest, most centered, most sensible guy in the club .
The man literally never lost his cool. He’d seen action during his service. He’d told me how scary it had been .
But he’d never faltered. Not once .
Now the man was blushing .
“I mean, you look extra nice when you wear a dress. I only ever saw you dressed up one other time .”
Oh. I looked away. I knew what night he was referring to. The wedding. The first night we’d gotten together and done ‘stuff’… lots and lots of stuff. Well, we could have made Petunia that night for all I knew .
The girls slipped into the backseats before I could and I stared at them in horror. I’d be riding up front the whole time? How long could I keep up this cold front ?
How long until he knew he still turned me into a pile of Becky goo? He was going to figure it out if I kept blushing and sighing around him .
Control yourself, woman !
Whiskey opened the passenger side door for me and I stared at it for a second. I didn’t really have a choice. I felt like I was shaking as I climbed inside. He made sure my fingers were out of the way before shutting the door firmly .
I put on my seatbelt, trying to ignore how close he was as he climbed into the driver’s seat. I stared at my hand in horror, and slipped it underneath my thigh .