night? What would she have done if he’d taken her up on it, if he’d walked straight across the room, pulled her out of her chair and kissed her?
Slugged him, probably, because whatever else the lady was, she wasn’t a fool. Bill would have slugged him, too, but at least he’d have learned if that soft, pink mouth tasted as sweet as it—
There was a whisper of sound just behind him. Liam drew a breath. Even before he turned around, he knew she’d be there.
“Miss Warren,” he said with deliberate courtesy.
Her chin lifted, her cheeks pinkened. Could she possibly know what he’d been thinking?
“Mr. Malone,” she said, just as courteously. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”
His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Is it customary for brides to wander around, alone, moments before they wed?”
“I might ask you the same question about groomsmen. What are you doing in the garden?”
Liam looked at the woman who was about to marry his best friend, into the smoky blue eyes that had haunted him through a long and sleepless night.
“Looking for you,” he said, and before she could respond, he reached for her.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
