A Tangled Web (A Books We Love Erotic Romance) by Summer Jordan Page A
Authors: Summer Jordan
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perfect at everything, Angel seemed to have developed a self-confidence problem. And with no close friends, why wouldn't she? Erin, who'd been feeling 'alone' a few minutes ago, felt a sudden rush of compassion. "Okay, I'll go. I mean, why not? I need a dress too and things aren't going exactly the way I expected."
"Did something go wrong with your engagement?" Angel asked, wide-eyed.
"It's not that." Erin shook her head. "It's Joey. My ex has taken our son on a Mediterranean cruise after I'd counted heavily on time with him. It is a marvellous opportunity for a boy his age. It's just that it's left me at loose ends." She waved her cousin into the living room. "Relax a minute or two and I'll get ready."
As Angel perched gingerly on the edge of the living room sofa, her eyes grew even wider. Erin's spacious home with its large rooms, high ceilings and magnificent chandeliers tended to awe the uninitiated, but Joseph loved splendour and she'd rather come to enjoy it once she'd experienced the lifestyle. She felt uncomfortable now, however, with Angel gawking around. Was it too ostentatious?
"This place is fantastic. My fiancé has a big home too, but I'm sure it's not furnished as lavishly," Angel said softly.
"You sound as if you haven't been there."
Angel took a sudden interest in her manicure, or so it seemed as she studied her hands folded in her lap. Or maybe she was gazing at her engagement ring. It was the first time Erin had thought to look at the diamond solitaire.
"I haven't, but he's a thirty-six year old bachelor and he said it reflects his tastes. So I'm assuming it's quite masculine." Looking Erin in the eye now, she smiled brightly. "Like he is. But we can talk about our fiancés later, over lunch if you like. I'd really like to get going now that I have someone to shop with me."
"I'll change quickly," Erin said, turning to go upstairs.
Angel's fiancé was thirty-nine and Erin 's mother said he was someone from her past. "Before I forget…since he's older than you, I guess he's not someone you dated in high school."
"No. He's not anyone you've met."
Erin studied her cousin's face. She'd grown pale and she swallowed so hard, her Adam's apple bobbed. "So how did you and…Dior, isn't it…meet?"
She put a hand to her throat. "That's a nickname, sort of. We met in college and hung out together a lot his senior year, but then he graduated and went on to law school."
And if Erin remembered correctly, Angel dropped out of her studies at the university and went home to live with her parents at the end of her freshman year.
Angel looked at her watch. Was she in such a hurry to find a gown? Or did she just not want to talk?
"I'll be right back," Erin said, and after rushing up the stairway to powder her nose and change, their departure came quickly, with Angel suggesting Erin drive her little red car since she knew the area better. In the passenger seat, the bride-to-be babbled about the weather and inconsequential matters without opening up any more about her husband-to-be. Erin was eager to know more about Dior but resisted questioning her.
In the second shop they entered, Erin found an exquisite yellow satin calf-length dress for the wedding that suited her and fit perfectly. If only it was this easy to find a date.
Angel combed the racks, shaking her head, not seeming to like anything. Erin urged her to try on some gowns, saying they'd look different on her than they did on a hanger. At last, Angel picked half-a-dozen but didn't come out of the dressing room until she'd slung all of them over the door for the salesgirl to take away.
Wearing her street clothes again, she came out and suggested they leave. "Nothing here fits well. There's a specialty shop I saw listed on the Internet that's close-by and while the gowns will be expensive, they're certain to be better made."
At the next store, Erin, who never worried about prices, blinked at the sales tags. "I'm sure you could find something more
"Did something go wrong with your engagement?" Angel asked, wide-eyed.
"It's not that." Erin shook her head. "It's Joey. My ex has taken our son on a Mediterranean cruise after I'd counted heavily on time with him. It is a marvellous opportunity for a boy his age. It's just that it's left me at loose ends." She waved her cousin into the living room. "Relax a minute or two and I'll get ready."
As Angel perched gingerly on the edge of the living room sofa, her eyes grew even wider. Erin's spacious home with its large rooms, high ceilings and magnificent chandeliers tended to awe the uninitiated, but Joseph loved splendour and she'd rather come to enjoy it once she'd experienced the lifestyle. She felt uncomfortable now, however, with Angel gawking around. Was it too ostentatious?
"This place is fantastic. My fiancé has a big home too, but I'm sure it's not furnished as lavishly," Angel said softly.
"You sound as if you haven't been there."
Angel took a sudden interest in her manicure, or so it seemed as she studied her hands folded in her lap. Or maybe she was gazing at her engagement ring. It was the first time Erin had thought to look at the diamond solitaire.
"I haven't, but he's a thirty-six year old bachelor and he said it reflects his tastes. So I'm assuming it's quite masculine." Looking Erin in the eye now, she smiled brightly. "Like he is. But we can talk about our fiancés later, over lunch if you like. I'd really like to get going now that I have someone to shop with me."
"I'll change quickly," Erin said, turning to go upstairs.
Angel's fiancé was thirty-nine and Erin 's mother said he was someone from her past. "Before I forget…since he's older than you, I guess he's not someone you dated in high school."
"No. He's not anyone you've met."
Erin studied her cousin's face. She'd grown pale and she swallowed so hard, her Adam's apple bobbed. "So how did you and…Dior, isn't it…meet?"
She put a hand to her throat. "That's a nickname, sort of. We met in college and hung out together a lot his senior year, but then he graduated and went on to law school."
And if Erin remembered correctly, Angel dropped out of her studies at the university and went home to live with her parents at the end of her freshman year.
Angel looked at her watch. Was she in such a hurry to find a gown? Or did she just not want to talk?
"I'll be right back," Erin said, and after rushing up the stairway to powder her nose and change, their departure came quickly, with Angel suggesting Erin drive her little red car since she knew the area better. In the passenger seat, the bride-to-be babbled about the weather and inconsequential matters without opening up any more about her husband-to-be. Erin was eager to know more about Dior but resisted questioning her.
In the second shop they entered, Erin found an exquisite yellow satin calf-length dress for the wedding that suited her and fit perfectly. If only it was this easy to find a date.
Angel combed the racks, shaking her head, not seeming to like anything. Erin urged her to try on some gowns, saying they'd look different on her than they did on a hanger. At last, Angel picked half-a-dozen but didn't come out of the dressing room until she'd slung all of them over the door for the salesgirl to take away.
Wearing her street clothes again, she came out and suggested they leave. "Nothing here fits well. There's a specialty shop I saw listed on the Internet that's close-by and while the gowns will be expensive, they're certain to be better made."
At the next store, Erin, who never worried about prices, blinked at the sales tags. "I'm sure you could find something more
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