The Bride's Curse by Glenys O'Connell

Author:Glenys O'Connell [O'Connell, Glenys]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B011P6P98U
Goodreads: 25749567
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Published: 2015-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

It was a good thing traffic was light as Brett drove to the Holywell Home to pick up Mary and bring her home. He had a hard time concentrating on the road as his thoughts kept dancing themselves to Kelly Andrews and that morning’s disastrous revelations.

She had sure fooled him! Disappointment lodged like a stone in his chest. How could he have been so mistaken about her? Maybe his initial reaction had been correct. His first instinct when he met Kelly Andrews—after that burning desire to sweep her off her feet and kiss her silly—had been to stay away from her. That long, curly red hair signaled danger to his hormone levels. But the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her. On every level known to man.

Then all that nonsense about the wedding gown being cursed. Please. He’d been furious when he had found her sneaking around the nursing home against his express orders. Aunt Mary was eccentric enough, what with all that witchcraft stuff, without being encouraged by a fellow weirdo like Kelly.

He sighed. There was something different about her. He’d been coming to the conclusion it was a nice difference, up until the moment he realized she was stringing him along while another guy waited upstairs in her bedroom. He’d have found it hard to believe of her if he hadn’t heard her telling the other guy to wait for her. Heard it with his own ears. And if some guy was lurking there, waiting for her to come home, it explained why the lights were going on and off in her house. And he’d thought she needed an electrician! What she needed was a good spanking …

Oh, no, he shouldn’t let his thoughts go there … but somehow he couldn’t help himself. Ever since he met the wedding shop owner, his thoughts—and other parts—had been attracted to Kelly.

Thank goodness he’d found out before it was too late. To think he’d been waiting most of the night to see her, just to apologize for his behavior at the retirement home. Brett’s mouth tightened into a hard line as he remembered the scolding he’d received from Mary.

As if it wasn’t bad enough that he couldn’t get Kelly out of his mind—or stop wanting her in his bed—now Mary wouldn’t stop demanding to meet with “that interesting young woman” again. She was insisting he invite Kelly for tea at the Atwell home. Brett sighed. He knew Aunt Mary was eccentric. As kids, he and Sasha believed she was a witch. It wasn’t just a kid thing; it was because she had told them so. Well, as an adult he didn’t believe in that witchy nonsense, and he certainly didn’t believe in curses.

The last thing an emotionally fragile lady recovering from a serious bout of pneumonia needed was to have her weird thoughts solidified, confirmed and played on by someone like Kelly Andrews. It was bad enough that his own sister, Sasha, was taking advantage of their aunt being away to raise a little pocket money.

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