The Wedding Dress Diaries. Aimee Carson

a shot of adrenaline through her body, surely leaving her glowing. Fine hairs standing on end.

      ‘And as first kisses went,’ she pressed on, ‘it could have been better.’

      Mostly by being real.

      The offended expression on Parker’s face was comical. ‘Could have been— Wait...first kiss?’ He shot her a skeptical look. ‘Either this was a really long time ago or you’ve confused me with someone else.’

      ‘I definitely don’t have you confused with someone else.’ When he looked at her as though he was beginning to suspect she truly wasn’t sane, Amber sent him a smile and gave up the pretense. ‘I practically grew up at your mother’s house because my mom worked as her personal assistant,’ she said. ‘Which was the fancy title for glorified gofer girl.’

      There was a three-heartbeat pause that felt like thirty as Parker’s expression remained blank.

      ‘I’m Amber Davis.’

      ‘Amber Davis,’ he said slowly, as if pulling the name from a memory long buried. Recognition finally shot through his face, and his shoulders snapped back. ‘Well, hell,’ he breathed out. ‘You’re the one who tried to drown.’