He tapped his knuckles on the door and then reached for the knob. The moment he pushed it open, every thought vanished as he took in the sight of Roslyn across the room, standing in front of the floor-length mirror.

Her eyes met his in the reflection as she fastened one earring. Her honey blond hair fell in waves over one shoulder and the ruby red strapless gown fit as if the designer had all of those luscious curves in mind.

The material draped down in the back and scooped low in the front. A little flare at the bottom only accentuated Roslyn’s pinup shape.

“I hope you like it,” she told him, turning to face him and smoothed her hands down the front of the dress. “I know it’s a little flashy for a wedding, but someone told me red was your favorite color.”

Flashy? More like elegance and sex all rolled into one. The dress, the woman... It was all utterly perfect.

Nigel moved on into the room and smiled. “You’ve been talking to my grandmother.”

“Maybe.”

Nigel stopped before he reached her, afraid if he got too close they may never leave this room. The sight of her had him forgetting any issues with Secret Lives and the dealings back in New York.

don’t think it’s customary to show up

I doubt I could do that,” Roslyn laughed. “I haven’t seen Ellen’s wedding dress

you. Maybe we could skip the ceremony and

to reach for her, she skirted around him with

sure

thinks.” He took a step toward her, his gaze raking over her once

faltered and she

reached for her, curling his hands

dark eyes came back up to his. “I need to

smoothed his thumbs across her skin, toying with the thin

worried,” he told her. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I trust

her mouth, then closed it. A moment later she pasted on a smile that he knew

“I just...”

rolled off her in waves so Nigel leaned forward and slid his lips over

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