He pulled out his cell phone to check it. “I don’t either.” He pointed to the room across from them. “There’s a phone in the kitchen if you want to try that one.”
On shaky legs, she moved to the kitchen and found the phone. Frantically, she punched in her sister’s number, praying that Tiffany would be home. There was no way she wanted to spend three hours alone with such a handsome man.
THREE
JUSTIN WATCHED BROOKEenter the kitchen, and he couldn’t help but take careful note of her beauty from head to toe. He guessed her to be in her early twenties, and despite her bulky coat, she had quite a curvy figure. Her hips were small, legs nicely shaped. The few moments he’d held her, he couldn’t believe how well she fitted into his arms.
Curse him for thinking this way, especially when he had more important matters to worry about. He strode to the hearth and stretched his hands forward, welcoming the heat.
“Shoot.” She slammed the phone down. “I don’t know why Tiffany isn’t answering her phone. She must be busy with the wedding rehearsal. What time is it anyway?”
He glanced at his wristwatch. “Seven-thirty.”
She sighed. “Then she’s probably at the dinner the family had arranged. But it doesn’t explain why she’s not answering her cell.”
He arched an eyebrow. How could they still have a dinner without the groom? Brooke had no idea who he was, yet she must have known someone in the wedding party. “Do you know the bride?”
“Yes.” She came out of the kitchen and stood beside him by the fire. “Robin is my cousin. Her father is my mother’s brother.”
Funny, but Justin didn’t remember Robin mentioning anything about a cousin named Brooke. He did, however, remember hearing the Cavanaugh name.
“Who’s your sister? The one whose car you thought you were in?”
“Tiffany. She’s one of Robin’s bridesmaids.”
He nodded. He knew Tiffany. “So, she’s your sister, huh?”
“You know her?” Her delicately arched brows rose.
“I’ve met her.”
“Who do you know better?” she asked. “The bride or the groom?”
“The groom.”
She sat on the sofa and crossed one shapely leg over the other. Her natural grace nearly oozed from her in her speech and actions. Although Robin was beautiful, she’d never acquired such refinement as her cousin had.
