Page 22 of Tempt
“She’s right,” Winnie said. “I had an entire file folder of wedding dress photos before I even hit middle school.”
“I remember. You wereobsessedwith getting married.” I laughed. “Even your prom dress was white.”
“Hey, you designed it.” Winnie nudged my foot with hers beneath the table.
“I know. And I loved doing that—the dress was beautiful on you.”
“Speaking of white dresses,” Felicity said in a suggestive tone. “What are the odds of a proposal this holiday season, Winifred?”
Winnie’s cheeks went pink. “I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on,” I teased. “You’ve got no idea whether or not Dex has been ring shopping? He hasn’t dropped any hints?”
“No.” Winnie lifted her shoulders. “I think it might be too soon.”
“But you’ve been together over a year already,” Felicity pointed out. “That’s a long time.”
“You’re just saying that because you married Hutton after dating him for a month.” Winnie poked Felicity’s shoulder. “But Dex has two little girls. They’re only six and nine. He has to make sure they’d be okay with it.”
“Hallie and Lunaadoreyou,” I said. “They’re probably pressuring Dex to get a move on.”
“Maybe,” Winnie said, laughing. “They do keep asking me if my cat and I can move in with them and their cat.”
I laughed. “If I were you, I’d dig out that old file folder.”
“Okay, enough. Don’t jinx me.” Winnie picked up her beer and took a drink. “Let’s talk aboutyourlove life.”
“Uh, it’s nonexistent.”
“Is not,” Felicity said, her eyes flashing with mischief. “I heard you had a hot one-night stand with a mysterious stranger in a hotel room last month. And there was spanking involved.”
I glared at Winnie. “Gee. Wonder where she might have heard that.”
“You know I can’t keep secrets!” Winnie protested. “Especially between us three. Neither of you should tell me things you don’t want the other to know.”
“So it’s true?” Felicity prodded. “It really happened?”
“It’s true. It really happened. And I would have told you sooner, but I’ve hardly seen you since I got back. I’ve been so busy at work.”
“So tell me now.” Felicity propped her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. “Who was he?”
“His name is Zach Barrett. He works private security out of San Diego, but he was in New York on business. He’s forty-seven.” I put my hands up. “That’s honestly all I know.”
“What did he look like?” Felicity asked.
“Tall, dark, and handsome, beard, tattoos, big hands, magic dick,” Winnie answered breathlessly.
Felicity’s jaw dropped. “Really?”
I laughed and nodded. “Really.”
“And.And...” Winnie was bouncing around in the booth like a pinball. “He rescued her from some married creeper that was trying to hit on her.”
“He did?”
“Yes. He was a perfect gentleman...right up until we got to the elevator.” I giggled. “Then he went a bit rogue.”
Winnie swooned. “God, I love this story. I wish it wasn’t over.”
