‘I have to drive. But there’s still the practice dinner and the pre-wedding rehearsal and the pre-pre-wedding dinner.’ She smiled, rolling her eyes at the ridiculous number of social functions Larkin had scheduled.
‘I’ll walk you out,’ he said.
Bel said her goodnights to Larkin and her uncle and aunt, declining Larkin’s invitation to stay, and slipped out of the room just as a debate started up about climate change, distracting everyone.
They came to a stop by her car. ‘Thank you for your help earlier,’ Bel mumbled, feeling the heat beginning to creep its way up her throat.
‘Glad I could help,’ he said, sending her a grin that made her almost forget her name.
‘I better go.’ She turned just as he leaned forward, managing to bang her head against his chin. ‘Ouch!’
‘Sorry!’ They said it at the same time, as Bel rubbed her forehead.Jesus, is his jaw made of titanium?
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
‘I’m fine. Goodnight,’ she said, opening her door quickly.
Had he been about to kiss her?You absolute moron!What if he had been? No, surely not. That would be…
She glanced in the rear-view mirror as she drove away. Tate was still standing, tall and broad-shouldered, watching her.
Oh. Dear. Lord.
