He’d been so busy with school and then starting a demanding career, that he hadn’t had time to build deep meaningful relationships…except with her.
She reached out and patted his hand affectionately. “Yes, a small wedding would be best.”
He smiled, obviously relieved.
“A small wedding in three months,” she murmured. “Bethany should be back from her trip by then. It wouldn’t do to have my maid of honor overseas.”
Bethany was adventurous. She was always doing something wild and crazy. This time she was backpacking through Asia and from all reports having the time of her life. She’d be back by August for the wedding.
August?
Ari sighed. August in Philadelphia got hot. Very hot and humid. Not exactly the perfect wedding weather.
Ari had always dreamed of a traditional June wedding. Early June, so the weather was warm, but not oppressive. Her family and friends celebrating with her. A huge party.
Rather than voice her doubts about the wisdom of a wedding in August, she simply said, “That’s fine.”
“I knew you’d agree. I’ll leave you to the details. I’m sure Mother will help.”
“I’m sure she will.” Ari knew there was more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but Collin didn’t seem to notice.
Just like his mother would fail to notice anything she said. Anything she wanted.
Collin’s mother wouldn’t just help. She’d take over. She was the chair of so many organizations and groups that she practically ran anything remotely philanthropic in the city.
The woman didn’t know how to help…she knew how to steamroll.
“There,” he said with a smile, obviously having missed her sarcasm completely. “We’ve settled it. Our wedding will be in August.”
“We still haven’t narrowed down a day,” Ari said.
“It doesn’t matter. See what you can book on what day and we’ll just go with that.”
“Fine.”
He kissed her cheek. “Sorry, but I have to run. People counting on me and all that. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Maybe you could come over tonight?” she said, giving him her best come-hither look. “We could celebrate our upcoming wedding.”
Not just celebrate, have sex. Wild, hot, steamy—
“I’d love to Adrienne, you know that, but I have surgery early tomorrow and I need my sleep. We’ll do something special this Saturday when we go out if you like.”
Darn. The only thing hot and steamy she was going to get was a long bubble bath.
What would Collin do if she whispered her fantasies about having sex right here and now?
Probably quirk his perfect eyebrow and tell her why it was a less than perfect idea. Not that she didn’t know that, but just once she’d like more than his chivalry…she wanted his lust. His unbridled passion.
She wanted an orgasm.
Not just one.
Multiple orgasms.
“Adrienne?” he asked.
“Sorry,” she said, feeling a bit shaky after her wild thoughts. “That’s fine. I understand.”
“I knew you would. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
He kissed her on the cheek and headed back toward the hospital.
Ari walked toward the subway station, heading toward home. She had two more weeks before she started at the Warnheimer Institute of Psychology. She wished she’d already started her new job. After two years of juggling work and grad school, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with this time off. The day stretched before her with no end in sight.
No sex in sight, either.
What was wrong with her today?
Everything was perfect. Her life was exactly the way she’d planned. The perfect job and the perfect fiancé who’d finally set a wedding date.
She had the perfect life.
So, why was she feeling so…less than perfect? It couldn’t just be that she wanted sex. But other than no park-bench sex, everything was great. So, why wasn’t she thrilled?
Suddenly she knew she couldn’t head home. She’d go stark raving mad locked in her small apartment.
She decided to head to her parents’.
Yes, that was just the thing.
If anything could drive all thoughts of sex out of her mind, it was her parents.
She could enlist her mother’s help planning the wedding. Her mother could definitely take Collin’s mother if it came to a showdown.
Ari pushed all thoughts of orgasms out of her mind. She wasn’t going to think about sex, or about the strange empty feeling she got whenever she thought about actually marrying Collin.
She was lucky to have a man so perfect for her.
Perfectly wonderful.
That pretty much summarized Adrienne Kelly’s life.
SIMON MASTERSON read the headline of Rag Magazine.
Reading its headline—or any other part of the tabloid magazine—wasn’t something he normally did. But this particular headline couldn’t be ignored.
If The Wait Doesn’t Kill You…The Answering System Will.
Celia Nixon, his assistant and the current bearer of bad news, waited nervously for a response.
She shifted from one foot to the other. Tall and blond, she always made Simon think of a Valkyrie from the ancient Norse myths. She protected his privacy and ran the office with a cool, efficient hand. He’d be lost without her.
But Celia was a worrier. She was good at it…probably because she had so much practice.
“I’m sure it will be okay,” he said, soothingly. “After all, the customers we’re marketing to are more prone to read the Financial Journal than Rag Magazine. This is nothing.”
“I don’t know, Simon.” There was uncertainty in her voice. “Rag Magazine is popular and has a huge circulation. Why, there’s probably not a grocery store in the entire country that doesn’t carry it. Even if our clients don’t buy it, they won’t be able to miss that headline. I just don’t think we can afford to ignore this.”
“I do. So don’t worry about it.”
“But—”
“Really. Why don’t you get going on the plans for the reception, okay? I’m anxious for Cindy’s debut. Three months sounds like a long time, but really it isn’t. Actually it’s a little less than three months now and there’s still a lot to do.”
Celia gave him one last doubtful look before she shrugged and left his office.
Simon glanced at the magazine she’d left on his desk and shook his head.
Of course this wouldn’t be a problem. No one put any stock in publications like Rag Magazine. Now, if the Financial Journal had run a headline like that, he might worry. But a classy publication like the Journal would never run such a hyped-up story.
Having settled that particular problem in his mind, he promptly forgot all about the headline and went back to work. He had a few kinks to iron out before Cindy’s debut.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Talk to Daddy.”
Simon