Forget about how wonderful he smelled or how good a man he appeared to be or how good he made her feel. His beliefs threatened her own. Any temptation to let her heart decide what to do about Will Addison was not allowed, not even for a moment.
She had to forget about his kisses, his kindness, his warmth.
She had to stop thinking of him as anything other than the brother of the bride, the person who was helping her coordinate Faith Starr’s wedding.
Bottom line: Kelsey enjoyed his company and appreciated his input. They made a pretty good team. But it didn’t—couldn’t—go further than that. As soon as the wedding was over…
“Hello?” The familiar voice of her cousin Christina came across the line as if they were in the same room, not a continent and an ocean away. Kelsey smiled. “I hope I didn’t wake you, Princess.”
“I was just getting ready for bed.”
“A little early, don’t you think? It’s only nine over there.”
“I said bed,” Christina replied with humor in her voice. “Not sleep.”
“Touché. Your message sounded strange.” Kelsey traced one of the flowers on the floral-patterned duvet cover with her fingertip. “What’s up?”
“Well…”
The way Christina’s voice faded worried Kelsey. She sat up. “Is everything okay?”
Silence.
Oh, boy. This could only mean one thing: marital problems. Kelsey scooted off the bed. But that didn’t make any sense. Christina and Richard were the perfect couple. Meant—no, destined—to be together. If they couldn’t make their marriage work, there was no hope for anyone else. Kelsey paced back and forth until she couldn’t take it any longer. “Are you and Richard—”
“We’re fine.”
Thank goodness.She exhaled the breath she’d been holding. “What’s going on, Christina?”
“I wanted to tell you in person, but the press has been sniffing around, and since you aren’t coming…”
If it wasn’t Christina’s marriage, what could it be? Uncle Alan? Aunt Claire? Kelsey was losing her patience. “Tell me. Now.”
“You’re going to be a godmother.”
“A godmother?” Kelsey wet her lips. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m pregnant,” Christina blurted. “With twins.”
“Twins?” Excitement mixed with surprise. Feeling a bit dizzy, Kelsey sat. She missed the bed and hit the floor with a thud.
“Are you okay?” Christina asked.
Okay? Kelsey was more than okay. She laughed, and her heart swelled with joy. “I’m fine! Except next time you have good news like that, Princess, make sure I’m sitting down first.”
* * *
That evening, Will carried in a box of food Mom had delivered from the inn. As he placed the box on the kitchen counter, he saw an expensive bottle of champagne tucked inside.
Leave it to Mom.“Just great.”
Kelsey glanced up from her notebook. Her brows furrowed. “Is something wrong?”
He’d hoped Mom would come to her senses after she'd written the letter. That getting her feelings off her chest would help her see what she wanted wasn’t what was best for him. Obviously, she hadn’t, and now she was taking things into her own hands. What a joke. Mom didn’t know Kelsey as well as he did, otherwise she would never be trying to push them together. Two people couldn’t be less suitable for each other than he and Kelsey. Not that he didn’t enjoy her company. He did. A lot.
“My mother’s trying to play matchmaker.”
“Excuse me?”
