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The tingles of fascination roared back while she tried not to stare at the gorgeous man in his jeans and flannel lumberjack shirt.
The top buttons had come undone while he shook the last snow off, and the temptation to press her lips against the skin of his throat was almost more than she could bear.
Biting her lips instead, Caitey averted her eyes despite wanting to stare at his throat.
So far, she’d only seen him in button-down pressed shirts and ties. This was a new look, as if Marcus had become an entirely different man. No stiff security professional with his take-charge veneer any longer—just a sexy-as-heck man that Caitey found herself fantasizing about.
She shook her head to stop the crazy thoughts from torturing her. She was acting like a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl.
“Um,” she stammered. “Can I get you all anything? Towels? A heated blanket? You must be freezing.”
Logan laughed. “We’re sweating bullets from the shoveling. I’m heading upstairs to take a shower. Where’s Jenna? I need to talk to her. This blizzard coming out of nowhere is insane.”
“Sorry, no can do,” Caitey told him,bracing herself for an argument. “You don’t get to see Jenna until she walks down the aisle!” she sang gaily.
Marcus gave a low whistle, followed by a chuckle. “Logan, take it from me. We know the boss around here today is Miss Wedding Planner. In capital letters.”
Caitey gave him a sideways glare while trying not to laugh.
Then, her skin sizzled as he gazed at her most curiously. As if he was seeing her in a whole new light. She stared back, trying to sternly flash her eyes, but then she stifled a laugh because he merely grinned as if he knew what she was thinking.
Good grief, what was going on between them? Where had this chemistry come from? Or had it been there all this time while she tried to ignore it and push it away?
“Jenna and I will discuss the snow, any delays, and the change-up of plans. We have alotto talk about. And I’ll let you know what you need to do later on.”
Stepping toward the door between the kitchen and the dining room, Caitey scanned the place for signs of Jenna. Their dirty breakfast plates still sat on the polished table. “Jenna?” she hissed.
Slowly, the draperies on the far wall next to the windows overlooking the rose garden shifted and rustled. Jenna’s head peeked out. “Is the coast clear?”
“Not yet, but I left you under the table, and now you’re behind the curtains. Stay there while the guys go upstairs and get showered.”
Caitey clamped her mouth shut the moment Logan and Marcus came through the dining room on their way to the foyer and the staircases. “No!” she cried, worried Logan would spy Jenna behind the curtains. “Go through theotherdoors to the drawing room first—”
Marcus raised a finger to his lips and made a shushing noise. “Your secret is safe with me,” he said, his words low and sexy as his eyes darted toward the draperies.
The shivers his voice created raced down Caitey’s neck like a runaway freight train.
Logan paused at the exit doors that led to the marbled foyer, glancing back over his shoulder. “Will you tell Jenna that we need to talk?”
Jenna’s voice came from behind the drapes, muffled as she tried to squelch a giggle. “Caitey and I have it all figured out. Don’t worry, Logan. Leave it to the wedding planner.”
Her fiancé whipped around, trying to spy out where Jenna was hiding, and then he chuckled and shook his head when he saw the draperies rustling. “You are one silly, adorable woman, Jenna Thornton. I can’t recall the last time I hid behind any curtains. Guess there’s a first time for everything.”
“Caitey and Marcus will take care of everything,” Jenna replied, “while I spend the rest of the hours until the ceremony making myself beautiful.”
“You couldn’t be any more beautiful than you already are, my love,” Logan said. “Even when you’re hiding behind the curtains. I have to admit that there are days it feels like we’re living inside a comedy.”
Caitey burst out laughing and then shooed Marcus with her hands, pushing him toward the door along with Logan.
“No peeking and no eavesdropping,” she admonished the two men. “It’s girl time now. But I do have to ask . . . Did you also shovel the front walks and porch and vestibule in front of the house?”
“Don’t worry. We know how to do the job right,” Marcus said with a wink of his delicious brown eyes.
Caitey widened her eyes at him, trying to hide the jump in her stomach, then firmly shut the doors behind the two men.
Blowing out breath, she turned to Jenna and lifted an eyebrow. “Okay, my dear cousin. Sit down and let’stalk,girl.”
CHAPTER 15
