“Gee, it’s like prom. Not that I went to my prom.”
“I’ll bring you a corsage,” Jack said dryly. “What color is your dress?”
“That would depend on what Meg has in her closet that will fit me.”
“You’ll be beautiful whatever you wear.”
She swallowed. “Now you’re making me nervous.”
“It’s an island wedding. Friends and family. No big deal.”
“Right.” Only a public date in a sanctioned setting among people he cared about. Only an opportunity to be part of his life on the island.
“I can’t wait,” she said.
***
“IHAVE BOOBS!”Lauren exclaimed, turning from the standing mirror in Meg’s room with a little flourish.
“You do,” Meg agreed. “And legs. Long legs. I’m trying not to be annoyed that you look better in my dress than I do. It’s because you’re taller and have bigger tits than me.”
“Not better.” Lauren swiveled back to face her reflection. “Different.”
On Meg, the bold red sheath dress projected confidence and class. On Lauren, the same dress screamed, well, sex. Classy, appropriate-for-a-guest-at-a-wedding sex, but still...
She frowned, smoothing the fabric over her hips. “You sure it’s not too tight?”
“Absolutely not. You look amazing.”
Lauren grinned. “Thanks. And thanks for letting me borrow it.”
“What are friends for? Jack is going to swallow his tongue.”
“I hope not.”
Meg raised her eyebrows in question.
Lauren’s grin broadened. “He’s very good with his tongue.”
Meg picked one of the discarded dresses from the bed and slid it onto a hanger. “Hm.Not that it’s any of my business, but Mom says you haven’t slept at the inn the last two nights.”
Lauren glanced over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, should I have said something to her? Does she need the room? I know you have out-of-town guests for the wedding.”
“Don’t be silly. There aren’t that many, they’re only here for a few days, and Sam put most of them up in Grady rental properties. No, I was just wondering how things were going.”
“The writing’s going great.”
“You’re not too...” Meg paused.
“Distracted?”
“I was going to say too busy going at it like rabbits, butdistractedis a good word, too.”
Lauren laughed. “I’m a writer. I know lots of good words.” She reached between her shoulder blades for the dress zipper.
“Let me give you a hand.”
“Thanks.” She presented her back, pulling her hair over her shoulder.
