“Would you rather a room in the resort?”
I shake my head.
It looks homey, just like the B&B my parents used to run.
Nostalgia claws at my chest, but I push it aside.
Owen opens the car door, and reaches for my had.
I focus on the sound of waves crashing on the shore as the car door opens. I do not pay attention to the way my heart flutters as our skin touches or to the single stroke of his thumb on the top of my hand as he guides me out of the car.
His smile is pleased and teasing, as if he can see every butterfly scattering my nerves.
He steps to the side and releases my hand so that I can walk ahead of him to the door.
I’m too conscious of the tight fit of Eloise’s clothes on my hips. If I’d had more notice, I could have packed my own clothes, but then vintage isn’t Eloise’s style, so I’m stuck with whatever she packed.
Lingerie?
Nope. Not going there.
He’s practically a stranger, and I don’t sleep with strangers.
You don’t sleep with anyone because you’re a virgin, remember??
I need a drink.
I step toward the door, but Owen’s arms sweep around my waist and beneath my knees, scooping me up. He holds me tight against his chest, biceps flexing and fingers tucked beneath my arm.
Oh my gosh, did he just brush the outside of my breast? My nipples think so.
I fold my arms over my chest to hide the points. “What do you think you are doing?”
He looks down at me and grins, his smile wicked and playful all at once. “Carrying my bride over the threshold.”
Oh, he is smooth, like every romantic hero I’ve read about.
His gaze locks with mine, then drops to my lips.
My belly flutters.
Is he trying to seduce me?
I need to be on my guard.
He clears his throat and looks at the closed door.
His confident, cocky smirk slips.
I grin. “You didn’t think this part through, did you?”
His gaze drops to mine again, and his lips turn up on one side “Or maybe I did. Front right pocket.”
My heart beats an extrahard thump. What would Eloise do?
Not blush. She’d match his stare, seductively slide her hand down his body, and slowly pull the key out of his pocket.
I push my arm between us, trying to be confident and sexy like my sister would be.
