The Beach Wedding (Married in Malibu Book 1) by Bella Andre, Lucy Kevin Page B

you two being in love, but I have instincts and I know enough to follow them.”
    “No, what you know is how to follow us around and make our lives difficult.” Jason’s tone was hard enough to make the reporter take a step back.
    “All I know is that you and Liz are treating this like it’s just some big game. Besides,” the woman hissed, “I’ve never even seen you kiss.” She raised an eyebrow. “No, there’s something here that isn’t right.”
    “And you’re planning to just keep following us around, intruding on our dates by taking pictures, until you find whatever it is you’re looking for?”
    “Well, it’s a free country, and you two—I don’t believe for a minute that your engagement is real. You’re just acting like you’re a couple to distract attention from Amber’s wedding moving here from the château.”
    Liz could have strangled the woman, but it wouldn’t have done any good. If anything, it would have only proved to the reporter that she was right.
    Instead, in as calm a voice as she could manage, Liz said, “You’re deluding yourself. His niece’s wedding isn’t going to take place at Married in Malibu. How could it, when the venue isn’t even open yet?”
    “And not that it’s any of your business,” Jason added, “but since I’m sure you already know that Liz and I were once engaged to be married many years ago...” He turned to Liz and reached for her hand before saying, “We decided we want to give the love we used to have another try.”
    Liz’s breath caught on a gasp in her throat.
    The blogger looked back and forth between them. “Prove it.” She pointed at Liz. “Kiss him.”
    “I’m not kissing Jason in front of you just because you demand it.”
    “Okay,” the woman said with a shrug. “Then you’re just proving me right about Amber having her wedding at Married in Malibu.”
    “Are you kidding?” Liz’s voice exploded out of her chest, far louder than she’d intended. “You’re going to print a false story about his niece just because I won’t kiss Jason the way you want me to?”
    Laurel smiled, although it wasn’t a very pleasant smile. “It wouldn’t be a problem if the two of you were actually in love. I mean, if I thought you guys were for real, I’d leave you alone and find another story. But I’m not going to stand here and let you lie to me, so—”
    The next thing Liz knew, Jason was pulling her into his arms and kissing her. Except that was far too simple a way of describing ten years of lost kisses rolled up together.
    All the kisses the two of them might have had if they hadn’t split up.
    All the kisses Liz had tried so hard not to remember—and long for—while they’d been apart.
    At the first touch of his lips against hers, she tensed slightly in surprise. But it didn’t take long for her arms to wind around his neck...and for her to start kissing him back. Slowly at first, but then with more and more hunger as she reveled in the scent, the taste of him.
    It was a long time before they pulled back from each other, and even when she finally remembered that the reporter was still standing there, she couldn’t look away from Jason’s eyes.
    “Wow, that was some kiss,” the blogger said as she lowered her camera. She at least had the grace to bite her lip and say, “Maybe I was wrong. Seeing the two of you together like that…” She shook her head. “Sorry. I’ll go and let you have your picnic.”
    “Good idea,” Liz said, barely able to contain the triumph and the thrill in her voice, even if she was almost positive a shot of their passionate kiss would be online inside of the next hour. “I think you probably should.”
    Meanwhile, she still hadn’t let go of Jason.
    She didn’t ever want to let go.
    Jason couldn’t stop smiling as Laurel climbed the cliff path. A few moments later, they heard the motorcycle start up and she drove away. “You were amazing. She doesn’t suspect a thing anymore.”
    For a