them,” Harold suggested.
“I… Uhm… Well.” The last thing Devon wanted was to act too anxious to see Sahara.
“Get, boy,” Errol barked.
Devon pushed to his feet and made a beeline for the door. As he exited, Sky greeted him. Sahara remained quiet.
“Need some help?” He stumbled over the words when what he wanted to do was take Sahara into his arms and feel those soft lips on his.
“No. I’m quite capable, but thank you anyway.” There was almost a chill to her voice, or maybe it was his imagination.
“Sky?”
“No. I’m good, but thank you.” There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Sky cleared her throat. “Uh. We’re late for a dress appointment.”
“Of course.” But he couldn’t get his feet to work. “You ladies have a good day.”
“You too,” Sky said, before she linked her arm through Sahara’s and they continued down the sidewalk.
Devon couldn’t take his eyes off Sahara’s shapely backside. When had he let her get beneath his skin? He pinched the bridge of his nose, gathered his wits and went back into the restaurant.
Sahara could have kicked herself for her offish demeanor. The man didn’t owe her anything, but a telephone call would have been nice. Of course, she was now thinking like a girl, instead of the independent woman she was. The truth was she had missed Devon. His stupid crooked smile and his dreamy blue eyes that looked at her with such hunger.
The damn man had been on her mind more than she would have liked to admit. But she hadn’t let his absence deter her from what she had come here for. She wanted to spend time with Leo’s fiancée, learn if this was a good match. Finding the right plot of land was an extra bonus. When she shared her thoughts with her boss, he approved for Valerie to locate the owner and make an offer.
As she waited for Sky to try on her wedding dress, Sahara found her mind wandering back to Devon and how he had made love to her that Sunday morning before he left for South Carolina. The sigh she released was cut short when Sky exited the dressing room.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful,” Sahara breathed.
Sky stood on a pedestal, displaying the essence of vintage chic in a Vienna crepe back satin slip gown with a v-neckline.
“Turn around.”
When Sky complied, Sahara placed a palm against her chest in awe. The back of the gorgeous dress plunged dramatically and was trimmed in sequin-embellished lace. No other adornments were needed. It was perfect.
Standing before Sahara wasn’t the strung-up teenager she had seen dragged to one social event after another. No. This woman appeared calm, untroubled, a look of serenity their type of people hardly ever wore.
Looking over her shoulder, Sky asked, “Do you think Leo will like it?”
“He’ll love it, Sky.” Tears misted Sahara’s eyes. “You love him, don’t you?”
Sky pivoted, the flowing train following. “Yes, I do.”
“And what does your father think about this union?” Sahara asked, even though she suspected Wellington’s plan was to get a Supreme Court Justice in his back pocket.
Sadness spread across Sky’s pretty face as her shoulders drooped. “I’m afraid he’ll try to use your father.”
A knowing smile touched Sahara’s mouth. “Don’t worry about Dad. He’s played these games for a long time. He won’t do anything he feels isn’t in the best interest of his constituents.” Her father was a man of principles. Sky’s father was just the opposite.
Sahara stood and adjusted the train of the gown. “Are you going to wear a veil?”
Sky smiled as she admired herself in the full-length mirror. “No. I have a hairpiece Tabby said she’d bring. I wonder if everything is okay?”
Tabby had been having Braxton Hicks for the last couple of days. The whole town seemed concerned, which was odd to Sahara. She’d never seen a town so involved with each other.
“Sky, what do you know about Devon?”
Sky
“I… Uhm… Well.” The last thing Devon wanted was to act too anxious to see Sahara.
“Get, boy,” Errol barked.
Devon pushed to his feet and made a beeline for the door. As he exited, Sky greeted him. Sahara remained quiet.
“Need some help?” He stumbled over the words when what he wanted to do was take Sahara into his arms and feel those soft lips on his.
“No. I’m quite capable, but thank you anyway.” There was almost a chill to her voice, or maybe it was his imagination.
“Sky?”
“No. I’m good, but thank you.” There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Sky cleared her throat. “Uh. We’re late for a dress appointment.”
“Of course.” But he couldn’t get his feet to work. “You ladies have a good day.”
“You too,” Sky said, before she linked her arm through Sahara’s and they continued down the sidewalk.
Devon couldn’t take his eyes off Sahara’s shapely backside. When had he let her get beneath his skin? He pinched the bridge of his nose, gathered his wits and went back into the restaurant.
Sahara could have kicked herself for her offish demeanor. The man didn’t owe her anything, but a telephone call would have been nice. Of course, she was now thinking like a girl, instead of the independent woman she was. The truth was she had missed Devon. His stupid crooked smile and his dreamy blue eyes that looked at her with such hunger.
The damn man had been on her mind more than she would have liked to admit. But she hadn’t let his absence deter her from what she had come here for. She wanted to spend time with Leo’s fiancée, learn if this was a good match. Finding the right plot of land was an extra bonus. When she shared her thoughts with her boss, he approved for Valerie to locate the owner and make an offer.
As she waited for Sky to try on her wedding dress, Sahara found her mind wandering back to Devon and how he had made love to her that Sunday morning before he left for South Carolina. The sigh she released was cut short when Sky exited the dressing room.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful,” Sahara breathed.
Sky stood on a pedestal, displaying the essence of vintage chic in a Vienna crepe back satin slip gown with a v-neckline.
“Turn around.”
When Sky complied, Sahara placed a palm against her chest in awe. The back of the gorgeous dress plunged dramatically and was trimmed in sequin-embellished lace. No other adornments were needed. It was perfect.
Standing before Sahara wasn’t the strung-up teenager she had seen dragged to one social event after another. No. This woman appeared calm, untroubled, a look of serenity their type of people hardly ever wore.
Looking over her shoulder, Sky asked, “Do you think Leo will like it?”
“He’ll love it, Sky.” Tears misted Sahara’s eyes. “You love him, don’t you?”
Sky pivoted, the flowing train following. “Yes, I do.”
“And what does your father think about this union?” Sahara asked, even though she suspected Wellington’s plan was to get a Supreme Court Justice in his back pocket.
Sadness spread across Sky’s pretty face as her shoulders drooped. “I’m afraid he’ll try to use your father.”
A knowing smile touched Sahara’s mouth. “Don’t worry about Dad. He’s played these games for a long time. He won’t do anything he feels isn’t in the best interest of his constituents.” Her father was a man of principles. Sky’s father was just the opposite.
Sahara stood and adjusted the train of the gown. “Are you going to wear a veil?”
Sky smiled as she admired herself in the full-length mirror. “No. I have a hairpiece Tabby said she’d bring. I wonder if everything is okay?”
Tabby had been having Braxton Hicks for the last couple of days. The whole town seemed concerned, which was odd to Sahara. She’d never seen a town so involved with each other.
“Sky, what do you know about Devon?”
Sky
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