Wedding Date in Malaysia by Michelle Douglas

Author:Michelle Douglas
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2022-03-09T20:32:50+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

WHEN HARRY’S CAR pulled up outside her workshop on Sunday morning, Ella didn’t bother pretending that she hadn’t noticed. She stood in the doorway as he strode towards her, those long legs covering the distance with a loose-limbed ease that had all the feelings he’d evoked in her on Friday night roaring to instant life.

Don’t think about Friday night.

Of course, she hadn’t been able to think of anything else since.

Then think of Susie.

That, at least, had her pushing her shoulders back and pasting on a smile. One glance into his face, though, had her gaze sliding away. ‘C’mon in, it’s turned chilly.’

This time Tuesday they’d be on a plane winging their way to the balmy climes of Malaysia, leaving the winter chill behind. It’ll be fun. She gritted her teeth and tried harder. It’ll be fun!

‘Did you want another sewing lesson while we compare notes about yesterday’s events?’ Yesterday had been their unofficial hen and stag parties.

‘Love one.’

She’d put an inordinate amount of thought into this meeting, hadn’t wanted them to sit awkwardly at the table, staring at each other while nursing mugs of coffee. It’d be easier to talk if they had something else to focus on.

She moved to the sewing machines. ‘You’ve mastered the main construction of the boxy tops I make for the markets.’

The tops were ridiculously easy to make—nothing more than a back and front, sewn together, with simple cuff sleeves. But she made them in such breezy bright fabrics that they flew off the racks. Inexpensive to make, and she priced them to sell.

‘Those sleeves were tricky.’ He took a seat at what had become his machine.

‘But you got the hang of them.’ He’d insisted on unpicking one sleeve three times to get it perfect. His determination had impressed her. ‘There’re just two more things to do before your top is finished.’

He swung to her. ‘No way!’

‘Yes way. And the first of those is to bias bind the neckline.’ She pointed. ‘The bias binding is the long thin piece we cut.’

She’d set his work in progress beside his workstation and grabbed a finished top from the pile she was working on. ‘This is what we want our finished product to look like.’

He took it and studied the neckline thoroughly. She swallowed at the intensity of his gaze. Dear God. If she’d said yes to spending the night with him on Friday evening, all of that amazing focus would’ve been squarely concentrated on her and—

She rattled back into speech. ‘This is how we attach it.’ She showed him how to pin the binding to the neckline. ‘And we sew along there.’

‘Fiddly,’ he muttered.

That was the plan—to keep his attention focussed elsewhere rather than on her. ‘The sleeves were fiddly too, but you managed those. Just take it slow. Cuppa?’

‘Maybe later.’

Damn. She’d hoped for a break from the enticing scent of leather and amber. Seizing one of the unfinished tops from her pile, she started sewing. She’d attached bias binding to necklines so often she could do it on autopilot.

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