A Wedding in Paris by Barbara Bretton

Author:Barbara Bretton
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2007-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

SHANNON SLID bonelessly down into her chair, hardly noticing the charming little outdoor café Josh had brought them to. All she wanted to do was rest.

“Tired?” Josh asked her as he waved over a waitress.

Shannon laughed shortly. She was seven miles beyond tired, past exhausted, on her way to dead.

“I’m not sure if tired is the correct word to use right now.” She tried to sit up, then decided there was no point to it. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone with her good posture. “But I’ve had my fill of seminaked people for a while.”

The waitress stopped short and gave her a deeply quizzical look accompanied by a lopsided smile. Shannon could feel herself blushing. It was getting to be a habit around Josh, she thought.

“She’s a recovering voyeur,” Josh confided to the young woman, who looked clearly in awe of the information. “I’m her psychiatrist and this is actually quite a breakthrough for her. Two coffees, please,” he ordered in the same matter-of-fact tone he’d just used for the diagnosis. He glanced in Shannon’s direction to see if she wanted to change her order. When she said nothing, he nodded at the waitress who slowly meandered back into the café’s interior.

“Recovering voyeur?” Shannon echoed when she finally found her voice.

If she was expecting Josh to look contrite, she was disappointed. He looked as if he was enjoying himself too much.

“The waitress seemed satisfied with that explanation. And I did use the word ‘recovering,’” he reminded her with a grin.

Too tired to take exception, Shannon could only laugh. “God, you certainly have changed from that guy I knew who couldn’t string two words together.”

“I could string them,” Josh contradicted mildly, “but it was always long after everyone had walked away. My mind was a lot slower in those days.” He shrugged carelessly. “Being a broker toughens you up.”

“Apparently,” she murmured. She realized she was staring at his physique and the way the light blue pullover shirt seemed to adhere to his biceps and his pectorals. Shannon forced herself to look away.

The waitress returned with their coffees just then and Shannon cradled her cup between her hands, absorbing the warmth in silence, or at least her own silence. The street before them was alive with the noise of life and passing cars.

After a few minutes, Josh asked, “See anything you like?”

The question startled her. She’d been lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts that she was not about to share. Shannon coughed and cleared her throat, then looked in his direction. “Excuse me?”

“The clubs,” he explained. “Did any of them strike you as being right for Alexis’s bachelorette party?”

“The second place we saw, I suppose. Chez Charles. The restaurant looked nice,” she added as an afterthought.

Josh suppressed a laugh, but not his comment. “I don’t think that anyone at this party is going to be soaking in the ambience or noticing what color the walls are painted. Or even what’s being served—on their plates,” he added drolly.

Shannon felt her mouth curving despite herself.

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