Wishing in Wisconsin (At the Altar Book 3) by Kirsten Osbourne Page A

she'd had put in that acted as her front desk and moved around behind it, finding the key to the only available room.  "You'll be in room six."
    "Where's the elevator?" Penny asked, her lip curling.
    "We don't have an elevator here.  If you want an elevator, you'll have to stay in a hotel.  We're a bed and breakfast.  Would you like me to give you directions to the nearest hotel?"  Oh please let me give you directions to the nearest hotel.   She didn't want either of the women in her home.
    "We'll make do."  Penny took the key and walked toward the stairs with Jean trailing behind her.  "Have our luggage brought up."
    Cindy stared after the two women for a moment before hurrying to the office to talk to Trey.  The door was locked, so she knocked and waited for him to open it.  She had to pound on it three times before he heard her, and finally came to the door.  "Who's there?"
    "It's me.  Cindy."
    Trey opened the door, standing in front of her in a pair of boxers.  She couldn't take her eyes off him for a moment, and just stood staring at him.  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind her.
    Without thinking she took a small step forward, her hands going flat on his chest.  She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.  It was like coming home after a long time away.
    His arms came around her automatically, and he backed toward the couch, pulling her down onto his lap, straddling him.  He stroked his hands over her shoulders, grasping her thighs to pull her more closely into contact with him.  "What changed your mind?" His mouth kissed a trail across her cheek and down to the side of her throat.
    Cindy tilted her head to one side so he had better access to her neck.  "Changed my mind?" she asked blankly, so involved in what he was doing, she couldn't think. 
    "What made you change your mind about making love?"  Trey knew he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but he needed to know. 
    Cindy pulled away.  "I never meant to do this.  Oh, Trey, I'm sorry."  She scrambled off his lap, blushing profusely.  "I came to tell you your sister is here, and she brought some girl she wants you to marry, even though we're already married, and she said that she knew we couldn't have had sex yet, and that we could get an annulment, but I don't want an annulment, and I didn't mean to lead you on, and I'm so sorry."  She finished in a rush, knowing she made little sense. 
    Trey took huge gulps of air, trying to calm his body.  He knew she could tell how turned on he was, and he just didn't care.  It took him a minute to realize what she'd said.  "My sister?  Penny is here?"  What could she possibly want with him?  He was married now, and she only ever talked to him to set him up with a new girl.
    Cindy nodded, running her fingers through her hair as she did her best to calm down.  She sat beside him on the couch, her hand going to his, and she squeezed it tightly.  "She brought someone named Jean with her.  Do you hate me?"
    Trey looked at her for a minute before putting his arms around her and gathering her close, in a purely non-sexual way.  "I don't hate you.  I'm a bit frustrated at the moment, but I'll live."  He kissed the top of her head.  "Tell me again why Penny is here?"  It just wasn't making sense to him.
    Cindy wiped away a tear leaking from her eye.  "She said she brought you a girl to marry.  I told her we were married, and she said she was sure I wouldn't have slept with you yet.  Which kind of reinforces what I was saying about how we should have gotten to know each other first."
    "Don't worry about that part of it.  Is she still out there?"  He looked toward the door, half expecting his sister to pop in at any second.
    "I put them in room four.  She acted like she expected to stay, and she even told me to take her bags upstairs."
    Trey groaned.  "Crap.  Please tell me you charged her triple."
    Cindy giggled.  "No, I couldn't charge your