Brad stood frozen in place. His eyes hadn’t once strayed from Lisa’s silhouetted body.
“And don’t forget about going for the fitting next Tuesday. Haley will have my ass if something goes
wrong with this wedding,” he added for good measure. Brad merely mumbled a distracted yeah and
Jeremy quietly let himself out. He was anxious to get home to his own luscious woman.
His cell phone rang. Jeremy snagged it off his belt loop and glanced at the caller id. He smiled.
“Hello there, Mrs. Pickett.”
“Soon-to-be Mrs. Pickett, you mean.”
He heard her husky laughter and his body clenched in reaction. “Yeah, real soon.” Jeremy couldn’t help
but imagine Haley in a white gown walking down the aisle toward him.
“Are you headed home?” Haley asked, her voice going all soft and breathless. The woman had a very
sexy phone voice. And he was getting a boner on Lisa Quick’s front porch.
“Yeah, just leaving Lisa’s now,” he answered as he walked the short distance down the sidewalk to his
truck.
“How’s she doing?”
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He laughed as he thought of his brother. “Oh she’s just peachy, but Brad’s not feeling so great these
days.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll tell you about it later,” he said, then his stomach rumbled, reminding him it had been awhile since
lunch. “Do you have dinner on, baby?”
He could practically hear the joy in her voice when she murmured, “Chicken Giardino, but only if you
hurry.”
He whimpered. The woman could definitely cook. “Is that the one with the lemon and herb sauce?”
“Sure is.”
“Breadsticks?” he asked as he groped in his pocket for his keys, desperate to get home.
“Well, of course.”
“I’ll be there.”
“And Jay?”
“Yeah, baby?” he answered, locating his keys.
“Don’t dawdle. I’m very hungry.”