Don't Break My Heart (Return to Redemption, Book 6) by Laurie Kellogg Page B

done
quite a bit of skiing since college, so when Frankie invited her on the
vacation, she’d called Paul Brennan, her obstetrician, to make sure skiing was
safe. He said as long as she had experience and stayed on the beginner slope he
didn’t see a problem at her early stage of pregnancy. “After this dinner
tonight, I’ll need to burn some serious calories.”
    “Don’t forget we have a Christmas brunch buffet at the hotel
at ten tomorrow morning.”
    She groaned as the song ended and Santa took the stage. “I
understand we have lots of single ladies here tonight who would love to catch
the bride’s beautiful bouquet.”
    “I guess that’s my cue to leave.” Justin smiled and left her
in the middle of the dance floor as more than thirty other women crowded around
her. After a lot of fanfare, Sabrina glanced over her shoulder a moment and
flung her flowers overhead.
    Despite being in the back of the group with a lot of taller
women in front of her, the bouquet hit Trisha square in her right breast, made
extra sensitive by her pregnancy. She winced and instinctively hugged the
flowers to her chest.
    “Woo-hoo!” Frankie pumped her hand over her head, standing
beside her husband. “There’s no question fate meant for you to catch it,
Trisha!” Her friend winked at her. “Now we just have to find you a groom.”

CHAPTER
4
    Justin laughed at the caught
with her pants down look on Trisha’s face and settled into his seat.
    “Don’t sit down, pal.” Tyler motioned for him to stand back
up. “You’re next.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “All the single guys have to try to catch the garter. You
and BJ are obligated to go.”
    “I may be required to stand up there, but I don’t have to try .”
    The crowd laughed at the groom’s antics as he tried to crawl
under Sabrina’s straight skirt, which had absolutely no room for more than just
his head. Luke finally hitched her hem above her knees and slid her powder blue
garter off. He walked over to Ben and tried to stuff it in his tuxedo pocket,
but Ben anticipated his friend’s intention and ran. He ducked behind Santa,
using him as a human shield.
    Everyone cheered for Luke until the groom finally tossed up
his hands in defeat and winged the garter into the crowd of men, right into
Justin’s face. The two fellows next to him lifted him on their shoulders and
carried him to the chair, where the women had seated Trisha, and set him down
before her.
    Shaking his head, he knelt on one knee. The band played The Stripper as he slid the lace-trimmed
satin over her ankle. He’d forgotten what gorgeous legs Trisha had. As he pushed
the garter up, he caressed her nylon-encased calf and then her knee. When he
reached her lower thigh, he tickled her a few inches above the elastic and
grinned at her shudder. “So you’re still Ticklish
Trish , I see. Should I give them all a thrill and move it up?”
    “Don’t you dare.” She squeezed her legs together.
    Santa peered over Justin’s shoulder. “Every inch above the
knee is a decade of happiness for the bride and groom. It looks like you’ve
only got one inch so far. You want Luke and Sabrina to have more than ten years
of bliss, don’t you?”
    Justin raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m game if you are.”
    “Sure you are. If I left it up to you, you’d drive it all
the way home.”
    The chanting began low and steadily grew louder. “Higher,
higher, HIGHER, HIGHER !”
    “Come on, Uncle Justin! Do it!” Haley yelled from the
sidelines.
    When the crowd began clapping in time with their cheering,
Trisha pushed his hands away, stood, and yanked the garter clear up to her
crotch. As she jumped away from him, Haley and Dani started a new chant,
yelling, “Kiss, kiss, KISS.”
    As the guests all joined in, Sabrina pushed Trisha closer
while Luke thrust Justin toward her. He shrugged and swept Trisha back over his
arm in a crowd-pleasing, tonsil-swabbing kiss that lasted much longer than was
probably