Page 111 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“Thank you,” I say. “So do you.”
He does. He’s a very handsome guy. Lankier than Hardy, but that’s okay—I’ve never really dated anyone with the kind of muscle Hardy has. I like Timothy’s glasses and the scruff on his jaw. He has kind eyes and a great smile. He’s the guy that makes you pause for a moment when you’re in the grocery store because he catches your attention.
“Thanks,” he says, and then we all stand there, awkward and silent.
Timothy smiles at me.
I smile at him.
Maple smiles at everyone.
Hardy smiles at Maple.
I shift.
Timothy sticks his hands in his pockets.
Maple clutches her purse.
Hardy rocks on his heels.
God, this was a really bad idea.
“Uh, well, should we let the hostess know we’re all here?” I ask.
“Yeah, great idea,” Hardy says and then leads the way.
He speaks to the hostess, charming as always, and she brings us to the back of the restaurant, seating us in a four-person booth. Hardy steps to the side so I climb in on the right, expecting Maple to sit next to me but when Hardy slips in instead, I’m completely surprised. Timothy sits across from me and Maple sits across from Hardy. The hostess sets down our menus and tells us that our server will be with us shortly.
Hardy’s broad shoulders take up most of the room in the booth, which means our arms are pressed together. He shifts and then places his arm behind me along the bench.
“That better?” he asks.
I’d prefer your hand on my thigh.
“Uh, yeah, sure, whatever you’re comfortable with,” I say.
“Kind of small booths, don’t you think?” he asks.
“Yeah, a bit tight, but if you need to plaster me against the wall, feel free.”
He turns toward me, brows raised. “Plaster you against the wall, Plum?”
I think about it for a second and then say, “Uh, not like that.”
“Like what?” he asks, smirking.
“Like the perverted way you’re thinking.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s perverted. I’d consider that passion.”
“Tomothy would consider it an inconvenience to him.”
Hardy lets his head fall back as he laughs. “You’re right. He’s too good for such a thing.”
“Far too above a plaster to the wall,” I joke.
“That guy…I feel bad for whoever he ends up with.” Hardy shakes his head and stares down at his menu.
