Lori Wilde - There Goes The Bride by Unknown Page A

said.
    “You say that now, but what about when you have children? He can’t ever make the Little League games or the dance recitals. Your Thanksgiving dinners and Christmas Eves are interrupted by hospital emergencies.”
    Delaney had never thought about the long-term repercussions of Evan’s career. Honestly, she’d never even imagined what it would be like to have children with him. That was strange, wasn’t it? She was marrying him, and she’d never pictured having his babies.
    “Very strange indeed,” Skylar whispered, reading her mind.
    “I’m doing the right thing by marrying Evan,” she said defensively.
    “Even though you have zero sexual chemistry together?” Skylar asked.
    “Sex is overrated.”
    “You only think that because you’ve never had great sex. Or great love.”
    “You never had sex at all, so buzz off with that advice.” Delaney glowered.
    “Don’t you want to know what great sex is like? Why Tish and Jillian and Rachael talk about it with such passionate enthusiasm?”
    “No. I like things just the way they are with Evan. Calm, sweet, tender.”
    “And orgasmless.”
    “I have orgasms.” Delaney furrowed her brow. “At least I think I do.”
    “If you’re not sure, then you probably don’t.”
    “Once again, you would know this how?”
    “It’s going to be tough, working on Lucia’s house with her gorgeous grandson Nick hanging around, keeping his suspicious eyes on you. And all the while Evan is far away in Guatemala.”
    Concern winnowed through her. This was what she’d been worrying about ever since taking the job. Knowing that she’d be around Nick Vinetti every day for the next several weeks.
    “I have to back out of the job.”
    “No, you don’t. I say explore it to the hilt. Find out if the chemistry you feel with this guy is real or just a passing fancy.”
    “What about Evan?”
    “What about him? He’s the one who took off for Guatemala just weeks before your wedding.”
    “That’s lovely. My fiancé is away helping poor children to have a better life, and you want me to screw around on him with some cocky cop.”
    “I didn’t say screw around on him.”
    “It’s what you meant.” Delaney glared at her.
    “I’m going to go now. You’re upset and need time to think. Besides, your alarm clock is about to go off.” Skylar started fading away, getting smaller and smaller, dimmer and dimmer.
    She lay there, watching Skylar go until her glass slippers were all that remained.
    Her sister was right. She couldn’t back out of the job. Lucia was counting on her. She was such a sweet woman, and she’d just lost her husband. It would be wrong to go back on her word now.
    Delaney blew out a breath. One way or the other, she would just have to suck it up and learn to suppress her lusty feelings for the sexy Mr. Nick Vinetti.

Chapter 6
     
    H oney Montgomery Cartwright ran a lint roller over her peach-colored Italian silk suit even though she’d just taken it from the dry cleaner’s bag. She checked the sticky roller paper and spied a hint of fuzz. Hmm. She made a mental note to change dry cleaners. Clearly, they were not doing the job she’d paid them to do.
    Squaring her shoulders, she double-checked her teeth in the bathroom mirror. She’d already flossed and brushed twice this morning, but she wanted to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. She was having lunch with Delaney’s future mother-in-law, Lenore Van Zandt, to discuss preparations for the wedding rehearsal dinner. Lenore, a noisy chatterbox, made Honey nervous, but she’d be damned if she would show it.
    She scrutinized her reflection. Fifty-three, but none of her friends would ever guess it. Honey considered herself both smart and lucky. She religiously avoided the sun, worked out two hours a day, six days a week, spent a small annual fortune on antiaging potions and creams, and she had her dermatologist programmed on speed-dial.
    When they were dating, James Robert had said that with