“You look…nice,” Thad said, knowing it was a tremendous understatement but trying to keep them on safe ground. Macy looked…well, stunning, and sexy as hell. But if he told her that, he might just pull her into his arms.
Stepping back so his hands wouldn’t betray him, Thad motioned for her to come on inside the room.
“Where’s the minister?” she asked, hanging back.
“The girl out front said it’s a woman. She should be here soon.”
Macy nodded, sighed, then wrung her hands.
He smiled and handed her the bouquet he’d bought her. “You’re acting nervous.”
Her chin came up, but when she answered, her voice was a little higher than normal. “I’m not nervous. Why would I be nervous?”
“Who knows what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours. Why don’t you tell me?”
She tugged at her lip with her teeth and moved closer to him, then looked over her shoulder once and lowered her voice. “I’ve just been wondering if…if you’re going to kiss me. I mean, I think it might embarrass me if you let the minister know you don’t want to. But,” she swallowed, “I understand why you don’t…want to.”
Thad watched her in amazement. She didn’t know how appealing she was? That if he were any other man….
“This is just a business deal and all that,” she was saying. “You don’t really like me, I mean in that way, but it wouldn’t have to be a big kiss. Just a peck, so the minister doesn’t know.” Tears started to well in her eyes, but she blinked furiously and managed to hold them back. “I didn’t think any of this would bother me, but now that I have this dress on and I’m holding this bouquet, I feel kind of like a real bride, you know?”
“I was going to kiss you,” he said.
“Right.” Her cheeks went pink and she nodded. “Okay.”