Page 5 of Some Kinda Romance

She slid the device across the table for me to take a look. I glanced down to see a surprisingly attractive man on her screen. “That’s Dash St. Clair. He’s the CEO of St. Clair Weddings and Events. Which other son would she have been referring to? That’s how I know him.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Did you really not know, and if so, how did you miss it?”

I shrugged, still focused on his picture. With thick, chocolate brown hair cut in a fade with some nice length on top, a regal jaw line, and honey-gold eyes, the man was a stunner.

I kind of had to agree with her. How had I missed him?

Having been living in this world for a while now, I’d known of the St. Clair family and the tragedy that had killed William, his father, a few years ago. But I definitely hadn’t known he looked like that.

In a charcoal suit that fit him too well to have been bought off a rack, he seemed tall in the picture, staring straight into the camera with an absolutely impenetrable gaze. He was clean-shaven, one hand slid halfway into his pocket as he walked a red carpet.

“Yeah. Yeah,” Julie said, breaking into my thoughts. “I know he’s cute, but he’s a playboy, so keep your distance. There’s no future there.”

After my recent history with romance, it wasn’t a future I was after, though. Maybe someday, I’d try it again, but for the moment, I’d be happy to just stare at the man all day long. As it happened, that was exactly what I would be doing starting tomorrow. As much as I could almost feel his cocky arrogance radiating even from just his picture, I was suddenly really looking forward to planning this wedding.

Nothing like a little bit of eye candy to brighten a girl’s day.I knew it wasn’t going to be easy working with a guy like him, who came from a family even older and more stinking rich than Raymond’s, but as long as he looked as good doing it as he did in that picture, I was pretty sure I’d be able to get over it.

And maybe get under him.