A Wedding on Lilac Lane by Hope Ramsay

Author:Hope Ramsay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2021-04-27T00:00:00+00:00

Ella didn’t want to compare, but how could she not? She’d always regarded Cody as pretty good, but Dylan was so much better, in spite of his plain vanilla room and his navy blue suits. Not to mention the bow ties.

Who wore bow ties these days?

And even in bed, he was a bow tie kind of guy. His approach wasn’t wild or crazy or even terribly inventive. But oh, he was slow and patient and had an amazing working knowledge of female anatomy.

Yeah, he was an incredible lover. And besides, who said vanilla was boring? She was willing to bet that a Google search on ice cream flavors would prove that vanilla topped the list of favorite flavors. Vanilla was versatile. You could put whipped cream and cherries on top. You could drizzle chocolate or caramel on it. You could slice up a banana and go to town. Vanilla might be plain, but it was spicy if you got the premium stuff with the little bits of vanilla bean in the cream.

Dylan was like that flavor.

And she didn’t want to leave his bed. Snuggling up to him was really nice, but ultimately unwise since this was only a fling. And, damn, he was going to become her stepsibling.

Merely saying the word “sibling” had a certain ick factor even if she wanted another gigantic helping of vanilla, please. And especially because he was so warm and cuddly and the air-conditioning in his house had been turned to subzero. She could get used to warm and cuddly. Cody always had cold feet.

The unwanted comparison crept into her brain like a little blinking caution light. She’d repeated history, hadn’t she?

She’d gone off with some guy, knowing it would make her mother go ballistic. Crap. Mom would murder her if she ever found out.

The digital clock on Dylan’s bedside table said it was after three in the morning. In a couple of hours, she’d need to be up, getting ready for breakfast service at the inn.

The walk back to the inn would take twenty minutes. She should go.

She slipped from the covers, the cold air in the room raising acres of gooseflesh as she scooped up her discarded clothing and tiptoed down the hall to the guest bathroom, where she dressed and tried unsuccessfully to straighten her tangled hair. When she was semi-presentable, she inched the door open, only to find Dylan standing in the hallway wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants with holes in both knees.

Dammit. She hadn’t wanted to wake him up. She’d thought he was sound asleep, judging by the snores. Also, the holey sweats were a revelation that she liked. Too much.

But now she’d have to talk to him. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say. So she started with an apology. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“You were going to walk back to the inn by yourself.” It wasn’t a question. His blue stare had a probing intensity.

“I need to get back. I have to get up at oh-dark-thirty for the breakfast service.

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