The Wedding Date: A Christmas Novella by Connelly Cara

Author:Connelly, Cara [Connelly, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-11-19T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

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AMELIA HAD SAVED the best for last. Brad Ainsley, blind date number three, was definitely the class of the field.

The new history teacher at Amelia’s school, he was all of six feet, blond and blue. So blue, in fact, that Julie did a double take to check for colored contacts.

He’d picked the perfect dinner place too, a seafood joint up near Gloucester. They drove up in his hybrid, making the most of a sunny December Sunday, chatting comfortably all the way. They’d both grown up in Newton, graduated the same year from different high schools. He told her about his family, his friends, the master’s degree he was working on. He asked about her, seemed interested in her answers, and complimented her hair, her eyes, and her boots.

At a table by the window, overlooking the sea, he ordered clams, she ordered scallops, and they shared like they’d been doing it for years. She laughed at his jokes, he nodded along with her stories, and by the end of the meal they were finishing each other’s sentences.

It was nice. It was sweet. It was almost effortless.

And Julie couldn’t wait for it to end. Because the whole time, every minute of it, she wished Brad was . . . well, Cody.

It wasn’t fair. Brad should be a perfect fit. They liked the same music, the same sports teams, the same food, the same everything. They were practically the same damned person.

But Cody, he was nothing like her. He was from Texas, which might as well be a different country. He was probably a Republican, for God’s sake. If they lived together for a hundred years, she’d never be able to finish his sentences.

And then there was the matter of the MD after his name.

Still, she had to admit that when he had his hand up her shirt and his tongue in her mouth, none of that seemed to matter.

Which was why it was a good thing, a really good thing, that she’d melted down on him last night. Screeching hysterics, guaranteed to make any sane man run for the hills.

Yes, even though she’d cried herself to sleep, she was glad, really glad, totally glad, that she’d run him off.

It was after eight when Brad pulled onto her street. Fat flurries had begun to fall. Freezing rain was predicted. It would be a dirty night on the roadways.

“Thanks for dinner,” she said, hoping he wouldn’t ask to come in. What was the point, with her head all about Cody?

Brad smiled his perfectly nice smile. Dimpleless, but nice all the same. He angled toward her in his seat. “Your sister said you need a date for her wedding.” He lilted it into a question at the end.

Ah yes, the wedding. Here was her chance to solve that little problem. Get Amelia off her back, keep her mother from getting involved, and have a perfectly nice time with a guy who, her sister would say, was perfect marriage material.

“Actually, Brad, I already have a date.

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