The Fairy Tale Bride

“Is she wearing a traditional dress – or something more Hollywood?”

After being polite for a few seconds Adam finally shouldered the last reporter out of the way. “Leave the lady alone. She doesn’t want to discuss it.”

Julia stared pointedly at the reporter on the stool next to Lisa. “Here’s your check.” She gestured towards the crowded diner. “We’re pretty busy and I’m sure our local doctor needs to get fed. Mind letting him in?”

The reporter pulled some bills from his pocket and took a second glance at Adam. Adam folded his arms across his chest and glared at him, while Julia banged down a clean coffee cup and started to fill it. “Here you go, Adam.”

There was no clearer message. The reporter threw them all a dirty look and stood up, muttering under his breath.

This place was packed and it seemed like every second person had a notebook in their hand. This really wasn’t the time to tell Adam what she thought about waking up to an empty house.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I got paged by the hospital. I didn’t want to wake you and I thought I’d be out and back within an hour.”

She raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t going to let him off that easy – even though the words paged by the hospital were pretty much a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Lisa glared at him. “You couldn’t leave a note?”

Julia banged down her scrambled eggs then nodded her head at Adam. “Usual?” He nodded quickly.

“I didn’t think I would be that long. Really, I didn’t. And I didn’t have your number. We’ll need to remedy that, right now.” She wasn’t expecting it. They’d only had a few dates. She should be trying to play things cool. She didn’t want to appear like some crazy stalker girlfriend after a few dates. But Adam should be playing it cool too. So, when he reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned in close, her breath caught in her throat. His finger trailed down the side of her face. His touch was delicate and light. If she wasn’t sitting down her legs would currently be Jell-O. He picked up her phone with his other hand and quickly dabbed his number in. A few seconds later, his own phone beeped. “Now, I’ve got your number, and you’ve got mine,” he hadn’t stopped smiling at her.

“Did you really think I wanted to leave you?” His voice had lowered and had that sexy, husky edge to it – just like it had last night. Blood was currently rushing to all sorts of places in her body right now. He smiled at her. “But you look so peaceful while you’re sleeping. It seemed like a crime to wake you.”

Sometimes Marietta could be the smallest place in history. She could practically feel every eye in the place turn towards them. Julia had a smile on her lips and was nudging Flo, the short-order cook. It had been a long time since a man had treated her with such affection in broad daylight.

Heat rushed into her cheeks. She felt like a teenage high-schooler. She looked across into his dark eyes. She’d never been this close before at this time of day. Those dark brown eyes were just pulling her in. Making her think about all the things they’d done last night and how good he’d made her feel.

“What would you have done if you did wake me?” The low words were out her mouth before she even had a chance to think about it. Julia thumped down a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of Adam. “Don’t mind me,” she added cheekily.

Both of them pulled back and Lisa picked up her fork, twiddling it through her scrambled eggs. Part of her was relieved he hadn’t actually cut and run the way she’d suspected. Adam didn’t seem like that kind of guy. But when the evidence was in front of her and her confidence was at an all time low, it seemed almost believable.

He picked up some maple syrup and poured it on his pancakes and shot her a cheeky sideways glance. “Let’s leave that answer until later, okay?”

He winked at her. Adam Brady winked at her. She was fourteen all over again.

She’d come in here all angry and annoyed. She would be leaving like some horny teenager.

Adam started on his pancakes. “So, it looks like the press have rolled into town. I suspected this would happen. Why were they hassling you?”

“They all want an exclusive on Nancy’s dress. It would help if I’d actually seen it – but I haven’t. I’ve no clue what it looks like.”

He smiled. “But you wouldn’t tell anyway, would you? Why don’t you give them a horror story about the bridesmaids instead?”

“Oh don’t.” She leaned her forehead on the counter top. “I have a horrible feeling these dresses could ruin me.”

He wrinkled his brow. “What are you talking about? Surely everyone will want to know where Nancy got her bridesmaid dresses? Won’t that be good publicity for the salon?”

She sat back up. “It should be. I’m just not sure I want the world to know they got those dresses at my store.”

He started to smile. “Uh oh. What’s wrong with them?”

“Nothing. Everything.” She put her head back down on the counter.

He shook his head. “I don’t get it.”

She turned her head sideways to look at him. “Neither do I. It’s just – the dresses that they’ve chosen. They’re not my normal stock. To be truthful, I’d thought of getting rid of them.”

“They can’t be that bad – you wouldn’t have bought them in the first place.”

She winced. “I was having a bad day.” She waved her hand. “Anyways, I was really hoping for a boost in business. I’d hoped that if everyone knew the bridesmaid dresses were from my salon it might increase my online sales. It’s a side of the business that I’ve never really developed.”

The smile left Adam’s face. “Why not?”

“I just never got around to it. It didn’t seem as important as the actual salon stuff. But now…Mags sorted out a website for me. If this thing with Nancy’s wedding takes off – it could be the difference between having a mildly successful business – a rip-roaring business or…,” her voice tailed off.

“Or what?” He sounded serious.

“It could be the nail in the coffin.” She sighed again. “I’m just not sure about these dresses.”

“Surely a dress is just a dress?” He reached out and took her hand, wrapping his warm hand around hers.

She shook her head. He was a guy. He just didn’t get it. “Dr. Brady, you obviously know nothing about weddings. The dress is the single most important thing that you have to get absolutely right. On most occasions, a bride will step into a dress – often one they didn’t even intend to try – step in front of a mirror and know it’s just right.”

Adam was obviously trying to make it look as if all of this wasn’t going straight over his head. “So, I’m obviously a novice at these things. Is it the same with the bridesmaid dresses?”

She groaned and shook her head. “It’s almost the opposite. Usually the bridesmaids end up in a style or color they would never wear in a million years. This time was different. Ruby and Polly couldn’t agree on anything.”

“And they finally agreed to something in your shop? Surely that’s good?”

“It would be – if they’d picked something I loved and was proud to stock. Something I wanted the world to know was mine.” She leaned on one hand. “I’m just worried that the press will hate the style and color and my salon’s reputation is ruined – before I’ve even got it off the ground.”

Adam leaned a little closer and she got a waft of his aftershave. The same one he’d worn last night. For an instant it took her r

ight back there. The feel of his skin against hers, the stubbled jaw scraping against her. The way he touched her with his hands and tongue. The way he stroked her hair and her skin as if they were the finest silk in the world. “Stop worrying,” he whispered. “Just for the record, I think you have impeccable taste; I bet the dresses aren’t as bad as you think.”

His lips brushed against her ear as he said the words. He was sending shivers down her spine. Part of her was so happy he’d turned up when he did. Another tiny part of her was worried. She was falling for this guy big style. How well did she really know Adam Brady?

He moved back and straightened up on the stool, picking up his knife and fork again. “Congratulations, I heard the message from your sister. You must be really looking forward to being an auntie.”

Her fork poised en route to her mouth. All of a sudden she didn’t really want these scrambled eggs any more.

She gave a little shrug. “Maybe.” She looked over at his surprised expression. “My sister and I – we don’t really see eye to eye.”

He took a drink of his coffee. “Well, isn’t this the time to make up? You don’t want to miss out on seeing your new niece, do you?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” It was a reasonable question and he’d have no idea how much it was making her stomach twist and turn. A few journalists crowded closer to them at the counter and Adam dropped his hand to the small of her back. It was a protective move. But the instant feel of the warmth of his hand flooded her with more memories from last night. More reasons to forget about the past and move on to a promising future.

She sighed. Maybe it was time to just get things out there. She was worried that she didn’t know that much about Adam, but the truth was he didn’t really know her either.

“No one really knows, but my sister ran off with my fiancé. They got married just after they left.” She bit her bottom lip and met his gaze. “I don’t have much luck with my sisters.”

Adam put his fork down and stared at her. “Wow. I guess you weren’t too pleased.”