The 7 Lb., 2 Oz. Valentine by Ferrarella Marie

Author:Ferrarella, Marie [Ferrarella, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-09-04T12:25:23+00:00

6

Brady eyed the tuxedo that Erin had brought in and laid out on his bed dubiously. Like almost everything else, he had no recollection of it, but he couldn’t quite see himself wearing it.

“Are you sure this is mine?” he called out when he heard her shower door slam closed.

A minute later, Erin peered into his room. Her hair wrapped in a towel fashioned like a turban, she was wearing a blue bathrobe like the one that was hanging in his closet. Life with her hadn’t returned to him, but Brady discovered that he was enjoying the one he was sharing now.

Erin felt as if she’d been running since dawn. They had exactly one hour to get to Marlene’s house in order to be on time for the wedding. Weddings, she reminded herself. As planned, both Bailey sisters were getting married today at eleven. The flowers Marlene and Nicole had selected from her shop had been delivered by seven this morning. She’d been there to personally arrange the orchids, roses and carnations in the living room and the huge reception area.

The place had been in a state of what appeared to be organized chaos, with a small, gnomelike woman Marlene had introduced to her as Sally at the center of it, barking out orders to caterers and decorators alike. Erin had been grateful to do her part and then quickly slip out.

The flowers might have arrived on time, but she was having serious doubts right now if they would. Not if Brady insisted on looking at the tuxedo she had purchased as if it were the enemy.

“It’s yours.” She smiled at him reassuringly. “I’m positive.” When the time came, Erin hoped he would forgive her this one little white lie, but he did look elegant wearing a tuxedo. She patted her hands along the outline of the turban, dabbing the excess moisture out of her hair. Mentally, she crossed her fingers. “It was at the cleaners. Maybe they shrank it or something.”

He hadn’t even tried putting on the suit yet. He picked it up and hooked the hanger on the top drawer so that the tuxedo draped against the armoire. The change in perspective didn’t help. He still didn’t care for it.

“No, it looks like it fits, but I’m not talking about that.” He raised his eyes to hers. “It just doesn’t look like the sort of thing that I’d wear.”

Erin lifted the hanger and held the jacket against him. “Oh, you’ve worn it. And with aplomb.” That much she didn’t have to fabricate. “You look very dashing in it.” She grinned. “And very sexy.”

He didn’t know about that. Glancing toward the mirror, Brady suspected the tuxedo made him look like a mannequin. He arched an eyebrow as he looked at the expression on her face. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of the situation now, would you?”

Erin exuded wide-eyed innocence, splaying a hand on her chest. “Who, me?”

Brady laughed and shook his head. She made him laugh a lot this past week.

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