Holly was now laughing uncontrollably.
‘Kiss me, you sexy thing!’ Libby sang at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were closed as she spun round towards Holly, and she was still busting her moves when she opened her eyes to see a very amused-looking Guy. She blew out a breath, then grinned. He’d changed from his earlier attire and was now wearing a navy blue jumper with a designer logo. It clung to his torso, which she admired for a second before averting her eyes. And there it was again, that tingle when she was in Guy’s presence—the goosebumps and flutters in her stomach. He even made her a little nervous, but in a good way. There was just something about him.
‘Is that an invitation?’ asked Guy, with a glint in his eye.
‘Huh?’
‘“Kiss me, you sexy thing!”’ Guy repeated, maintaining eye contact.
‘You can’t beat a little bit of lip syncing to Hot Chocolate. It’s always my go-to fun song,’ she said with a shrug, trying to ignore the burning desire that had just ignited within her to know what it would be like to kiss Guy Hart.
Guy grinned, holding Holly’s hand. ‘Wow!’ He was unashamedly staring. ‘You’re absolutely breathtaking.’
Libby was wearing a simple but stunning wedding dress of sparkly dotted tulle, gathered at the waist and with a plunging V-neck line. The dress floated elegantly to the floor.
‘Why thank you,’ she replied with a smile on her face she couldn’t control.
Taking her by surprise, he stepped forward and lightly kissed her on the cheek. She inhaled his woody aftershave and lowered her voice to say, ‘You smell divine.’
‘Any man would be lucky to have you on their arm.’
Libby gave him a beatific smile that lit up her whole face. ‘We were just trying on dresses.’
‘I can see that. You both look as gorgeous as each other.’ Guy gave Libby one last, lingering look before turning towards Holly. ‘This dress is amazing and you too look beautiful.’
Holly grabbed the bottom of her dress and looked down at herself. ‘We made the dress together,’ she said proudly. ‘I can’t wait to wear it for the wedding.’
‘We did make the dress together and it was so much fun,’ confirmed Libby, giving Holly a warm smile. ‘And your sewing skills were amazing.’
‘Take our photo, Daddy,’ Holly insisted.
‘I’ve left my camera and bag by the door.’
‘I’ll get it but I need the bathroom first.’
After watching Holly run to the bathroom Guy locked eyes with Libby. ‘You wouldn’t look out of place on the front of a wedding magazine.’
‘Strike a pose,’ joked Libby.
‘I mean it. Just look at you.’
‘We could both be on the front cover of a magazine if Flynn gets his way. Look. We would make the perfect couple.’ She nudged his elbow to turn him towards the mirror then stood next to him facing their reflections.
‘Surely it wouldn’t be that bad, spending some more time with me to help Flynn out?’ She took the chance of risking a sideward glance.
Guy smiled at her.
‘But while you’re thinking about that … there’s just one more thing…’
‘You can be so demanding. Do you know that?’ he said with amusement, still watching her reflection in the mirror.
‘I try my best.’ She smiled. ‘Could you fasten the buttons at my neck before I lose the dress?’
‘I think that’s a little too much to ask,’ he replied, embracing the playful banter. His dark eyes were glistening at her and she was feeling nervous again, but in a good way.
Libby turned around and moved her hair to one side, leaving her neck exposed. Briefly she closed her eyes as Guy moved closer to her, which made her heart beat a little faster. There was an undeniable spark of attraction between them. Feeling his hand brush against the nape of her neck, she bit her lip. He fastened the buttons and Libby dared to glance over her shoulder, staring straight into his eyes before her gaze fell to his lips then locked with his again. The way he was looking at her as he slowly moved her hair from the side of her neck made a burst of adrenalin electrify her heart. She hadn’t experienced anything like this in a long while.
‘Daddy! Here’s the camera.’ Holly ran towards him, thrusting the camera into his hand. ‘Let’s dance,’ she said, taking Libby’s hand.
