morning. Then the lawyer escorted them out.
On the sidewalk, a sharp breeze blew beneath the overcast sky. “You in a hurry to get home?” Wade wasn’t quite ready to give up her company yet.
“I have to run an errand for Harper.” Adrienne crossed her arms against the chill. “The wedding’s only a week away and we’re behind.”
Disappointment proved even keener than the cold wind. Couldn’t the two of them have a conversation for once that didn’t center on Reggie? Wade wasn’t sure exactly what he sought, but being around her felt good.
Then an idea came to him. Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, he said, “I’d like to pick your brain about something.”
“What?” She tilted her head.
“Thanksgiving. I promised Dad I’d cook, but I have zero experience.” Before she could suggest he look it up online, he added, “Internet sites often leave out crucial details.”
“Like having to wash and chop ingredients before you start cooking,” she said with a smile, and he grinned back. “I’m grateful for all those free sites, but they can be frustrating,” she added, shifting so his body shielded her from the wind.
Wade didn’t mind. He enjoyed protecting her. “You cold?” He reached out to enclose her hands in his and found them icy. “You’re freezing!”
“And you’re amazingly warm.” She moved nearer, the lightly flowered scent of her hair tickling his nose.
When Wade leaned down and inhaled, he heard her breath catch. Only the rumble of a passing truck snapped him back to an awareness that they were standing in full public view. Reluctantly, he drew back.
“I’ll tell you what.” Adrienne shivered. “Let’s meet at Kitchens, Cooks and Linens. That’s where I’m headed, and it’s a great place to discuss fixing Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Great idea.”
She provided an address on a side street near Fact Hunter. “Harper’s been coveting their garden-themed linens and centerpieces, and they just went on sale.”
“See you there.”
She hurried away, crisp white skirt skimming her nicely rounded derriere. Missing their contact already, Wade strode to his car.
Chapter Eight
Adrienne inhaled the scent of cinnamon as she entered the store and selected a rolling cart. One disadvantage of inheriting a furnished house was that she rarely had an excuse to indulge herself at Kitchens, Cooks and Linens. Except for picking up the occasional replacement item, she was confined by both her budget and her packed drawers to gazing longingly at the merchandise.
Shopping, even for someone else, was a treat. She’d volunteered to make the purchases because Harper had to work today and the selection might be depleted by evening.
After considering a Christmas theme for the wedding, Harper had instead chosen autumnal splendor. The colors not only worked well for her dress and bouquet but also tied into the colors of the garden. She’d fallen in love with a high-priced line of coordinated tablecloths, napkins and centerpieces.
The sale officially began tomorrow, but prices had been lowered a day early for subscribers to the store’s mailing list. Because Adrienne had signed up, she’d received advance notice. Now she had two things to look forward to: she was not only shopping for her friend but also advising Wade, which might require additional purchases.
Strolling along an aisle, blissfully drinking in the luxurious sights and scents, she paused to stroke a velvety towel and examine an exquisite set of sheets. If she were getting married, she’d be tempted to denude the entire store.
“You’re buying sheets for them?” The noise of other shoppers and carts had covered his approach.
Adrienne snatched an indulgent look at Wade. What a contrast between his muscular form and the delicate display of flowered duvets behind him. An image of his tanned body rumpling the bedding sneaked past her guard.
Down, girl.
“Actually, I’m dawdling,” she said. “The section I
On the sidewalk, a sharp breeze blew beneath the overcast sky. “You in a hurry to get home?” Wade wasn’t quite ready to give up her company yet.
“I have to run an errand for Harper.” Adrienne crossed her arms against the chill. “The wedding’s only a week away and we’re behind.”
Disappointment proved even keener than the cold wind. Couldn’t the two of them have a conversation for once that didn’t center on Reggie? Wade wasn’t sure exactly what he sought, but being around her felt good.
Then an idea came to him. Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, he said, “I’d like to pick your brain about something.”
“What?” She tilted her head.
“Thanksgiving. I promised Dad I’d cook, but I have zero experience.” Before she could suggest he look it up online, he added, “Internet sites often leave out crucial details.”
“Like having to wash and chop ingredients before you start cooking,” she said with a smile, and he grinned back. “I’m grateful for all those free sites, but they can be frustrating,” she added, shifting so his body shielded her from the wind.
Wade didn’t mind. He enjoyed protecting her. “You cold?” He reached out to enclose her hands in his and found them icy. “You’re freezing!”
“And you’re amazingly warm.” She moved nearer, the lightly flowered scent of her hair tickling his nose.
When Wade leaned down and inhaled, he heard her breath catch. Only the rumble of a passing truck snapped him back to an awareness that they were standing in full public view. Reluctantly, he drew back.
“I’ll tell you what.” Adrienne shivered. “Let’s meet at Kitchens, Cooks and Linens. That’s where I’m headed, and it’s a great place to discuss fixing Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Great idea.”
She provided an address on a side street near Fact Hunter. “Harper’s been coveting their garden-themed linens and centerpieces, and they just went on sale.”
“See you there.”
She hurried away, crisp white skirt skimming her nicely rounded derriere. Missing their contact already, Wade strode to his car.
Chapter Eight
Adrienne inhaled the scent of cinnamon as she entered the store and selected a rolling cart. One disadvantage of inheriting a furnished house was that she rarely had an excuse to indulge herself at Kitchens, Cooks and Linens. Except for picking up the occasional replacement item, she was confined by both her budget and her packed drawers to gazing longingly at the merchandise.
Shopping, even for someone else, was a treat. She’d volunteered to make the purchases because Harper had to work today and the selection might be depleted by evening.
After considering a Christmas theme for the wedding, Harper had instead chosen autumnal splendor. The colors not only worked well for her dress and bouquet but also tied into the colors of the garden. She’d fallen in love with a high-priced line of coordinated tablecloths, napkins and centerpieces.
The sale officially began tomorrow, but prices had been lowered a day early for subscribers to the store’s mailing list. Because Adrienne had signed up, she’d received advance notice. Now she had two things to look forward to: she was not only shopping for her friend but also advising Wade, which might require additional purchases.
Strolling along an aisle, blissfully drinking in the luxurious sights and scents, she paused to stroke a velvety towel and examine an exquisite set of sheets. If she were getting married, she’d be tempted to denude the entire store.
“You’re buying sheets for them?” The noise of other shoppers and carts had covered his approach.
Adrienne snatched an indulgent look at Wade. What a contrast between his muscular form and the delicate display of flowered duvets behind him. An image of his tanned body rumpling the bedding sneaked past her guard.
Down, girl.
“Actually, I’m dawdling,” she said. “The section I
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