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It’s pretty damn scary really and a smart man would turn the other way and run. But I’ve never run from something that’s scared me. Not on the streets when I was young, not when I was a Marine, and I’m sure as hell not running from a five-three tornado wrapped in dangerous curves. I’ve made a good life for myself listening to my instincts and when it comes to Callie everything inside is telling me to get closer.
I hang back and give her time to be pampered before I give in and go looking for her. I find her wrapped in a white satin robe shuffling through dresses hanging on a mobile rack that’s been wheeled into the front living room of my house. Her hair has already been fixed and her makeup has been done by one of the women who has worked with me for years now.
“This one looks stunning, doesn’t it? I think it will compliment your eyes wonderfully.”
Both women look up when I enter the room. I’ve been watching for a while. A lot longer than either woman knows. I’ve seen Callie look at all the dresses but the one she spent the most time looking at and touching was a white dress, fully beaded with a corseted top and a long train in the back. She’s gone back to it four or five times and each time she’s trailed her hands down the beaded skirt wistfully.
“How are things going in here ladies?”
“Wyatt, come tell us what you think. I was thinking of keeping it light since this is her first time and all.” She holds up a light blue dress that will in fact look lovely on Callie but then again everything will look lovely on Callie.
“I thought I might look alright in a white one.”
I look over the gowns and pull one of them from the rack. “Try this one.”
She takes it and hands me the white dress she’s gone back to several times, giving me a look of suspicion before she takes the dress I hand her into the little bathroom nearest to the living room. I pass the gown she handed me to Mckenna who takes it with raised eyebrows.
“No white. Any other color but white.” I answer the question she’s dying to ask me without her having to ask it. “When she wears white it will be at our wedding and she’ll be gliding down the aisle to me.”
The shock on poor Mckeena’s face is evident in her gaping mouth and wide eyes. She can’t possibly be as shocked as I am. It just kind of fell out, the thought brewing, growing like a storm over the ocean, every time I saw her go back to the gown. Mckenna starts holding the gown a little differently.
“This one?” She holds it like it’s made of something other than silk and beads.
I nod and watch as she hands the gown off to one of her assistants with a whispered command to put it up safely. Before she can ask me anything else, Callie steps out of the room dressed in a peaches and cream gown with lace flowers gathered at the top of the dress and twining down the bodice. The sleeves are see-through and covered in the same lace flower pattern. The gown has a slit up the side that is well hidden by the flowy skirts that fall all the way to her feet and trail behind her.
Mckenna gasps when she turns around and looks at her, “Beautiful. Just beautiful. You practically glow.”
Mckenna may have given her seal of approval, but Callie looks to me to get her confirmation. And doesn’t that just do something to me. More than my ego swells at the little tell she just gave me, “Peach is a good color for you.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. You’re stunning.” A small smile flits across her lips as she turns around, and the smile I was rocking drops from my face. I don’t have time to say anything to her though as her brother comes in followed by Bruce. The next few moments are chaotic and don’t offer any chance for me to speak to her. It’s not until we are about to step out of the limo that I finally ask the question burning on my tongue from the moment she turned around.
She’s putting in an earpiece so she can stay in contact with her brother and listening to Bruce tell her what to expect once we step out of the limo. I take the opportunity to lean close and whisper my question in her ear - the one without the comm in it.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
The look she shoots me is one that has my dick hardening in my dress pants. The smile that starts to bloom across her face should warn me that danger is close but all I see is the mischief in her eyes, “That is a question you do not get to ask Mr. Dagon.”
Before I can throw down a rebuttal she’s stepping out, letting Bruce help her out of the back instead of me. I should have been the one offering my hand to her, not Bruce. I’m out and brushing Bruce aside as she smiles for the cameras that immediately start going off around us. I come up behind her and place my hand at the small of her back and then slowly slide it lower until my palm cups the swell of her ass and I have my answer. Her smile slips and she slides her eyes over to me.
“Smile, sweetheart. You don’t want them to think we’re fighting, do you?”
She gives the cameras a hundred-watt smile while hissing under her breath, “Get your hand off my ass or lose it.”
“We’ll talk about PDA the same time we talk about you not wearing freakin’ underwear.” I look over at her with a mirror image of her smile even though our eyes are saying more than our smiles ever could. “When we get home.”
“Your home. When we get to your home.”
“For now.”
She’s crazy if she thinks I’m going anywhere when she’s in a dress with the back down her ass while she’s not wearing any panties underneath.
She smiles up at me giving me a moment of sunshine before she whispers, “You chose the dress, sweetheart.”
Damn! She’s got me there. And she knows it as she goes back to smiling at the cameras in front of us and playing her part.
Chapter Five
