All of Me (The Bridesmaids Club Book 1) by Leeanna Morgan

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    “Would you like a slice of chocolate cake?” Tess asked him.
    She was killing him. He cleared his throat and looked at the kitchen. “That would be great. I can get it.”
    Tess stood up at the same time he lurched to his feet. Their bodies met in front of the coffee table and he forgot about the cake. Tess’ eyes opened wide and her gaze dropped to his mouth. He felt his blood pounding through his body. Being around Tess was enough to give a man a heart attack.
    A blush filled her cheeks and if he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn she ran for the kitchen. The sound of a plate hitting the counter ricocheted through her apartment. Molly lifted her head from under the light umbrella, Sally turned from in front of the window, and Annie rushed into the room.
    “Is everything all right?” Annie said as she slipped her foot into a sneaker.
    “Fine.”
    Tess’ voice sounded odd. A nice kind of odd that gave Logan hope that she liked him as much as he liked her. He ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t dated anyone in years. He’d forgotten how to start something, how to let a woman know he was interested in her without letting her know how interested he was in her. And even if that made no sense at all, he was sure that somewhere, someone would commiserate with him.
    The dating thing was a minefield and he’d seen enough of those to last a lifetime.
    He sat on a stool in front of the kitchen counter and watched Tess. She slid a piece of chocolate cake toward him.
    “Does anyone else want some cake?”
    Molly and Sally dropped what they were doing and joined Logan at the counter.
    “Cut a piece for us, too,” Sally said.
    “Not me,” Annie said. “I’m off to see Carl. Good luck with the other photos. Twenty-two dresses.” The smile on Annie’s face said it all. “We’re going to make lots of people happy with these gowns.”
    Logan took a deep breath. “How would you all feel if I wrote a follow-up story? I could tell our readers about your club, what you’re hoping to achieve?”
    “Sounds good to me,” Sally said. “Some publicity will make it easier to find homes for the bridesmaids’ dresses Connie doesn’t want.”
    “I don’t mind either,” Annie said. “As long as any photos you use show my new hairstyle.”
    Molly bit into her slice of cake and sighed. “Tess and I have already agreed, so it sounds like you’ve got yourself a story, Logan Allen.”
    Sally poured herself a glass of wine. “We’ll have to do this more often. I’ve been having withdrawal symptoms since the last time we ate chocolate cake together.”
    Logan hoped they didn’t get dressed up and eat chocolate cake too often. One night a year was all the strain his heart could take, especially when Tess ran her hands over his chest and looked into his eyes.
    He needed to remind himself that it had been for the camera, not him. But it hadn’t made any difference to the way his body reacted or the way Tess swayed toward him when she didn’t think he was looking.
    Annie picked up her bag. “I’ll leave you to the cake. Let me know which dresses Connie chooses.”
    Tess followed her to the back door.
    By the time she came back, Molly had finished eating. “I hate to take you away from this delicious dessert, but unless we take more photos, we’re not going to get finished tonight.” Molly slipped off the stool and picked up her camera. “Who’s next?”
    Sally took a napkin off her lap and followed Molly across the room. “It must be my turn considering I missed the first hour. Do I have cake in my teeth?”
    Molly looked at Sally’s wide smile. “Not that I can see. We might as well take all of the photos in the same spot. Come and stand by the window.”
    Molly gave Sally more directions and Tess came and sat next to him.
    “Do you think this is going to work?” Tess asked.
    For a moment he thought she was talking about them, until he realized nothing was happening with them. Except massive