Page 46 of The Best Man Problem
“Yeah, we should.”
But neither of them made a move.
“There’s a lot to do before the wedding.” She leaned into him, face tilting up.
“Yup, a lot,” he agreed, stepping closer until her breasts brushed against his chest.
“I have things to…”
Her words trailed off, eyes closing as she tilted her head up, lips parting. How could he refuse? He leaned down slightly. Not too far, because Lilly was a tall woman, the perfect height for him to brush his lips against hers. She moaned, the sound making him hard as granite. He grasped her hip, pulling her body flush against his as he deepened the kiss. She opened for him, greedily thrusting her tongue against his, devouring his lips with her own.
Damn! The woman was going to kill him.
Then, just as quickly, she was gone.
“Fuck.”
He laughed at her curse. “I’d like to, but we have a rehearsal to get to.”
She shook her head, smiling. “Ass. Come on, Romeo.”
Adjusting his jeans, he followed her out of the room and up the stairs. He enjoyed the view as he watched the sway of her hips in her dark blue pencil skirt, the material hugging her curves with each rise of the steps. Noise filtered into his brain as they ascended to the main floor, which held the great room.
“Oh no!”
Marie’s cry brought him out of his lust-induced stupor. Glancing at the large windows, he winced. Large, fat flakes fell from the sky, swirling to the ground in a beautiful yet ominous dance. He glanced around the room, focusing on Marie, who stood in the center, staring straight out the window, Kenneth behind her, holding her in his arms.
“At least it’s pretty?” Lincoln heard his friend say.
“It’s beautiful, babe, but now the roads are going to be a nightmare.” Marie turned, burying her head in Kenneth’s chest. “What if people can’t make it up?”
The heartbroken voice, muffled by his friend’s chest, struck a chord in Lincoln. This wasn’t fair. Marie and Ken were an amazing couple. Too much of life had tried to mess with them. They deserved to have one day free of disaster. He wanted to help, but he had no idea what to do.
“Marie.” Lilly made her way over to the forlorn bride-to-be. “Everything will be okay.”
“But it’s snowing!”
The wedding planner smiled. “Yes, I can see, but Colorado is used to February snow. You’ve lived here long enough to know that, right?” Marie nodded. “Don’t you worry about a thing. Let me makes some calls and see what I can do.”
He hurried to his friend’s side as he watched Lilly pull out her phone and speak in hushed tones to whoever was on the other end of the line.
“Okay, everyone.” Mo—sporting purple stripes in her blond hair—called everyone over to the center of the room. “While Lilly works her magic, why don’t we go over what’s going to happen tomorrow? We want to do two run-throughs so we get everything down pat for the big day.”
Everyone gathered at the small woman’s command. He lined up next to Rachel, half his concentration on the woman standing off to the side of the room, pacing as she spoke on the phone. He had no idea who Lilly was calling or what she was trying to orchestrate, but he’d bet his hard drive if anyone could push the weather back to make this wedding perfect, it would be her.
They ran through the motions of the rehearsal twice—easy enough to walk down an aisle and stand there—as the snow continued to fall outside the windows. The majestic sight added both beauty and worry to the proceedings. Once the rehearsal was completed, everyone was dismissed. Mo announced the rehearsal dinner would be in an hour, downstairs in the large dining area. Kenneth’s parents had talked about using a restaurant in the area but decided to hire the staff of the wedding to prepare and serve the rehearsal dinner after all.
Everyone headed to their rooms save for him, Marie, and Kenneth. He stood with his friends, a solid presence behind them as they anxiously waited for Lilly to get off the phone. He had no idea what she’d done, but judging by the satisfied grin on her face, he’d bet she just pulled off a miracle for his best friends. Every time he thought this woman had impressed the hell out of him, she went and one-upped it.
“Fantastic. Consider the favor repaid. Thanks, Twyla.” Lilly smiled, slipped her phone into the pocket of her skirt, and headed their way. “I have great news.”
“You got Boreas to agree to tone it down a bit?”
Everyone stared at Marie. The woman shrugged.
“He’s the Greek God of winter.” At their continued silence, she threw up her hands. “Geesh, no one appreciates a history minor.”
“I do, babe.” Kenneth kissed her cheek. “Nerds are hot.”
