off the wagon usually pertains to drinking,” he said.
“Uh…Marley did some of that, too. Nothing dangerous,” she clarified, laughing. “Wine nights with the girls.”
“I take it you were one of the girls?”
She nodded. “Sure. But only because I was playing Good Samaritan, trying to help her get on her feet after the divorce.”
“Ah. Kind enough to drink fine Burgundy for a cause.”
“Of course. I’m the good twin.”
He didn’t look convinced. His eyes were saying that any woman as sexy as Edie probably wasn’t going to continue being good for long. Nothing could be further from the truth. “Marley was always the wild child,” she explained. “Boy crazy, wearing wild clothes, listening to loud music. Bridget’s the youngest. I think she always felt a little left out, because Marley and I were so focused on each other.” She shrugged, trying to turn her mind off the tingling sensation where their knees touched. “I guess I was always trying to show Marley up. Our relationship got pretty competitive when we were kids. So…”
“You dressed in button-down suits, read a lot and listened to classical music instead of rock and roll.”
“That’s about the size of it.”
“Surely some guy came along to loosen you up.”
She tried to mask her wistful expression, but couldn’t. Seth Bishop’s gaze was too probing, too perceptive, and his physical proximity was affecting her concentration. “Honestly?”
When he spoke, his voice had lost its playful edge, and it sounded smooth and soothing. “Yeah, honestly. I’d like to get to know you.”
Her shoulders rose and fell, and she blew out a long suffering sigh. “Some came around. But because I was more prim and proper, the guys usually wound up going for Marley.” Her smile broadened. “And well…you’ve met Marley.”
He returned the smile. “Tight spandex workout pants, visible sports bra under mesh T-shirts.”
“And there I was in my gray suits.”
He rolled his eyes. “You look good in them, and you know it.”
“Thanks. I was fishing for a compliment.”
“I’m good at taking bait.” He paused, his gaze suddenly dropping to the blouse she wore beneath her suit. “You know onlookers do get occasional glimpses of…uh, lace beneath.”
She grinned. “Really? I had absolutely no idea.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Regarding my uncheckered past,” she continued, her cheeks warming with the knowledge that he’d noticed her lace lingerie. “I did manage to make much better grades than Marley in high school.”
“Now that sounds fun.”
“A blast,” she assured.
“What about after high school?”
“Marley and I went to the same college. And my pattern of dateless nights continued.”
He shot her a mock doleful expression. “And now?”
Now she was determined to break out of the box, and while she felt compelled to say so, Seth Bishop was her employee. Oh, they’d nearly kissed in the conference room at Big Apple Brides less than an hour ago, and she’d thought of taking him straight upstairs to her apartment, but she knew it wasn’t wise to mix business and pleasure. She couldn’t help but blurt out, “We work together, Seth. Uh…I’m enjoying myself, but maybe the flirtation’s going a bit too far.”
His eyes widened slightly. “Hmm…we’ve worked together for three days.”
“Meaning?”
“I could quit.”
That caught her off guard, and she guffawed. “You’d end your wedding-planner career just for me?”
His face was stone solemn. “Absolutely, Edie.”
“Couples will be heartbroken.”
“Not as much as me if you don’t let me get to know you.”
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