What Happens Next?
“Is there an ex who’s going to be there or something?” Oh yeah, he’d love that. He’d be happy to show some loser that he never should have let her go…and keep him far from her over the next few days.
“Not that, exactly.”
“You need to keep your grandmother from setting you up with some guy you have no interest in?” That he could also absolutely do. In fact, if his job here, in any way, involved him keeping her away from other men, he was definitely in.
She smiled. “Not that either. I um… Last night, when I went to the bar and was so excited to see you…I saw someone who reminded me of you and I um…kind of…kissed him.”
Josh processed that, and the stupid surge of jealousy he felt. “You kissed another guy last night?”
She nodded. “I thought it was you.”
He frowned. “How?”
“He was built like you. And you both have beards. And it was in Bourbon O. And he saw me and clearly recognized me. Oh, and he was wearing a mask,” she added quickly.
Okay, yeah, that was important information. That helped a little.
“So, I thought it was you and I…kissed him.”
“And what does that have to do with this wedding?” Josh asked, feeling like he was still missing something.
“Uh…” She bit her bottom lip, then squeezed her eyes shut and said, “It was the groom.”
Oh. Yeah, that could be a problem.
“You kissed the groom?”
She nodded, eyes still shut. “And the bride saw it.”
“So, I need to prove that there is actually a guy that I met last year who looks like Andrew who was supposed to meet me there.”
“You told them about me?”
“But they didn’t believe you.”
“So your best friend saw you kiss her fiancé and things are now…complicated.”
“Except that my best friend is the groom. Andrew. And the bride hates me. Though, she hated me even before the kiss.”
Josh blew out a breath.
“Could we…” She wiggled a finger in the small amount of space between them. “Maybe get some space here? Or less space. One or the other. But this is really distracting.”
He grinned down at her and leaned in. “I’m distracting you?”
She nodded. “Very much. I really don’t want to talk about the wedding right now. But we probably should.”
“You did say that less space between us is an option, right?” he asked.
Tori wet her lips. “Either we need to lose our clothes and get this over with so I can focus on the problem. Or you need to move back so I can concentrate.”
“Get this over with?” he repeated, his grin growing. “You mean, just strip down and go at it right here and now. Get it out of our system?”
She nodded, her pupils dilating and her gaze dropping to his mouth, then back to his eyes.
He leaned in more, bracing his forearm on the wall over her head. “Well, there are a few things wrong with that. One, there’s not going to be anything quick about me stripping you down and going at it. Two,” he said as she took in a little breath, “there’s no way that first time is going to get you out of my system.” He leaned down and put his lips almost against hers. “And three…”