by Eve Gaddy
“Deflecting? Meaning what?”
“What do you think? Any time I started asking uncomfortable questions, we wound up having sex.”
Sean laughed. “Okay, I can see how that could sidetrack you.” He turned serious. “How did you find out the kid wasn’t yours?”
“The baby daddy told me. We got in a fight.” Wyatt shrugged again. “Afterward I went to Mia.”
He didn’t spell it out. Sean could read between those lines.
“When did all this happen?”
“Not long before I moved here.”
“You were here for months before Mia came. You dated a lot too. What’s up with that?”
“That was me being stupid. I didn’t realize how much I missed Mia until I didn’t see her for a while. Until I realized I was comparing every woman I dated to Mia. So when you said you were getting married it seemed like a good time to convince her to come and stay awhile.”
Sean rubbed the back of his neck. Looked at Wyatt, then looked away. He started to say something then stopped and shook his head.
“What?”
“Look, it’s not my business. But I like Mia. Honey likes her too. You say you missed her but—What the hell are you doing with her? She’s in love with you, man.”
“I’m not sure about that. But I sure as hell hope she is because I’m in love with her.”
“Good, then. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to ask her to marry me. At Christmas.”
Sean smiled. “Yet another Gallagher brother’s bachelorhood bites the dust.”
“I hope so. And Sean, don’t tell Honey until after your wedding. She’s a woman. You know she’ll tell Mia.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“And don’t say anything to Jack or Dylan. Jack will tell Maya, who’ll tell Mia. And we all know Dylan has a big mouth. I only told you because you’re leaving town after your wedding and won’t be around.” And because he could admit to Sean what a dumbshit he’d been.
“Honey’s going to be pissed I didn’t tell her.”
“You’ll be on your honeymoon. It shouldn’t be too hard to distract her,” Wyatt said drily.
“There is that,” Sean said, grinning.
Wyatt couldn’t figure out why people wanted to make events black tie. Black tie was, in his opinion, a pain in the ass. Unless a guy owned one, he had to rent a tux. His sister-in-law, Maya, had convinced him to buy one. She said if he planned to live in Marietta for long he would need a tux more than once so he might as well spring for it now.
He’d bought the plainest one he could find, black jacket and pants, white shirt, black bow tie, black vest, black suspenders, and some damned uncomfortable shoes. He’d left those in his closet and wore a pair of black dress shoes he already owned. If someone didn’t like his shoes that was just too damn bad.
He’d looked at a tux with a burgundy coat for about a nanosecond before he’d told the salesclerk he wanted a traditional black tux. Wisely, the clerk had taken him at his word and didn’t try to push anything else on him.
And now he was dressed in the aptly named “monkey suit” and waiting on Mia. What was taking her so long? Normally, Mia was on time or even early. And she didn’t take forever to get ready, which was another thing he really liked about her. He waited enough when he worked. He didn’t want to wait any more than he had to in his spare time.
Dylan sprawled on the couch, reading a Horse and Rider magazine.
“Why aren’t you going to the Christmas Ball?” Wyatt asked his brother.
“I told you. The first time I went I was scarred for life. Don’t need a refresher course in how to be miserable.”
“Why does that sound like a shitty excuse to not have to wear a tux and get a date? It’s for a good cause, you know.”
Dylan sat up. “Hell, I’ve lived here longer than you have, Wyatt. You don’t need to tell me that. I can give money for the courthouse repairs without having to go to a fancy ass ball.”
“I see what it is. Can’t get a date, huh?” Wyatt knew that wasn’t a problem for his little brother but he thought Dylan needed his chain jerked.
“I can get a—” Dylan broke off in mid-sentence, staring at the doorway. “Holy crap,” he said reverently.
Wyatt turned around. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He was pretty sure if it hadn’t he’d be drooling. Mia stood there wearing a strapless dark green dress made of some kind of shimmery shiny material. The bodice was cut low enough to show the swell of creamy smooth skin of her breasts, and tight enough to showcase a figure he hadn’t known she had, and he’d seen her naked. Half the bodice was beaded with some kind of sparkly crystals and the other half was fitted tightly across her other breast. The dress hugged her curves until it hit high on her thigh and then the fabric split and fell all the way to the ground, showing a long length of bare, smooth leg in a sexy high-heeled sandal.
He couldn’t get a word out. Dylan had no such problem. He’d gone to her while Wyatt stood poleaxed and was telling her the things Wyatt would have said if he hadn’t been struck dumb.
“Wow, you are one beautiful woman, Mia. For you, I’d wear a tux and go to a ball.”
Mia laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to make such a sacrifice, Dylan. Thank you.” She looked at Wyatt and raised an eyebrow. “Wyatt? Are you all right?”
He finally found his voice and his ability to move. Eyes glued to the vision in front of him, he walked over, took her hand, and kissed it. “I now know exactly what the word dumbstruck means. You’re gorgeous.”
She laughed but looked pleased. “I’ve never had my hand kissed before. Except for the night we decorated the tree,” she added.
“I’ve never kissed a woman’s hand before. Except for that night. But it seemed appropriate now.” He cocked a glance at his brother. “Go away, Dylan.”
“Going.” He grinned and looked at Mia. “For some reason I get the feeling he wants to be alone with you. You kids have fun.”
Her lips were red, her eyelids tinged with a smoky shadow that turned them emerald green. Her hair was golden and light red, a true strawberry blonde, and feathered around her face. He itched to sink his hands in it and feel the soft silkiness. Her fingernails and toenails were painted the same shade as her lipstick. There was pale, creamy skin everywhere the dress didn’t cover. He could have eaten her alive.
“You look very handsome. I’ve never seen you wear a tux.”
“I only wear one when forced to, but it was definitely worth it tonight. We’d better go. My willpower is about an inch away from evaporating completely.”
“Your willpower?”
He cupped her face in his hands, leaned down and took her lips like he wanted to take all of her. Not trusting himself if he touched that lovely body when they were alone together, he kept his hands on her face. But the kiss was another matter.
He ended the kiss and said, “Willpower. It’s going fast.”
Chapter Thirteen
Stunned, Mia stood with Wyatt at the top of the stairs leading to the magnificent Graff Hotel Ballroom. It was a fairyland. When Wyatt would have started down the stairs she pulled on his arm to stop him. “Wait. I want to take this in. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“No more than you are.”
“Thank you, you’re sweet.” Mia turned her head to look at him. “You really look great in a tux, Wyatt. You’re going to be fighting off the women.” She wasn’t exaggerating. Already women were giving him the eye and wondering, she’d bet her best painting, just how attached he was to the woman beside him.
“No fear of that, once they see I’m crazy about you.” He looked around as they started down the stairs. “You’re another matter. Men are going to hit on you within minutes of seeing you.”
Laughing, Mia said, “Flatterer. I doubt that.”
“Really? My own brother was hitting on you. If I hadn’t been standing there, no telling what he’d have said.”
She admitt
ed she’d enjoyed Wyatt’s and Dylan’s reactions when they’d seen her all dressed up. At least part of it was the novelty but she knew she looked good. And she felt like a princess in the dress.
“I see Sean and Honey,” Wyatt said. “Let’s head their way.”
The ballroom was an explosion of color and glittering crystal. Red and silver helium balloons streamed ribbons of silver and gold from the ceiling. White and red poinsettias with flickering candles at their center adorned the tables. Huge firs, decked out in ribbons, sparkling ornaments and twinkling lights stood in three corners, along with bare trees painted white and hung with lights.
Everything was beautiful and elegant, from the crystal and silver place settings, to napkins folded like swans, to the resplendent swirl of colors of women’s gowns to the men, handsome in their tuxes.
Honey wore a pale pink satin and tulle gown, fitted at the top and flaring out at the waist in a waterfall of layered fabric. With Honey’s jet-black hair pinned up in messy curls to cascade down her back, both she and the dress were stunning.
Which Mia told her when she saw her.
“Quite a change, isn’t it?” Honey asked. “Considering I hardly ever wear a dress, much less a formal. I thought Sean was going to swallow his tongue.”
“I can see why. You look fabulous.”
“Thanks. You look beautiful, Mia. Wyatt is completely mesmerized. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you.”
Mia dimpled. “That’s the effect I was going for. He does seem to like it, doesn’t he?”
“I’d say he not only likes the dress, he’s totally gone over you.” She sighed and looked at the two men. Standing side by side, they were clearly related, though Wyatt was blonder and Sean was a little bit taller. “The Gallagher looks are strong in those two, aren’t they?”
“Yes, they are in all the Gallagher men.” She looked at the brothers again. “But these two look especially pretty tonight. There’s something about a man in a tux that makes you want to eat him up.”
Honey laughed. “You got that right.
“What’s with the paparazzi?” Mia asked, gesturing to a group surrounding one of the tables with cameras flashing and microphones being shoved into faces.
“I was wondering that too. Sean, what’s going on over there?”
Sean glanced in the direction she pointed. “Oh, that’s the prince.”
“There’s a prince here? For real?”
“For real,” Sean said. “Prince Theodore Chenery. He’s a nice guy. First thing he said when I met him a few days ago was to call him Theo.”
“You met a prince and you haven’t introduced me to him?” Honey said. “You didn’t even mention you’d met him. Sean Gallagher, what’s wrong with you?”
“Uh, nothing? It wasn’t a big deal.”
Honey stared at him before turning to Mia and asking, “Do you believe him? Not a big deal?”
“You’d better take them to meet him, Sean,” Wyatt said. “From the look on Mia’s face she wants to meet a real live prince too.”
“You bet I do,” Mia said.
Sean took them over, elbowed his way through the slowly dispersing paparazzi, and introduced everyone. They talked for a little while, then left so the prince could visit with other people.
Theo wore a tux, no tie, with a white dress shirt open at the neck. He made a nice picture with his date, a pretty woman in a red dress named Rowan Palotay, who wrote for the local paper.
After leaving the prince and his date, they walked by the Scotts’ table. Mia knew Lane, of course, and had met Carson and Hudson before, but there were a host of others she was introduced to, so many her head was spinning.
As they made their way back to the table, Wyatt waved at someone and said, “There’s Ben and Eve. Ben’s an orthopedist I work with. I’ll introduce you to them.”
He led her over to a couple and introduced them as Ben Tyler and Eve Canaday. Eve was a pretty woman with shoulder-length dark hair, wearing a sleeveless, crimson, low-cut long gown. Ben was a good-looking, tall man with blond hair a bit darker than Wyatt’s, who wore a tux very similar to the one Wyatt had on. From the conversation Mia gathered the three were old friends. They chatted for a little while and then Mia and Wyatt went back to their table as dinner was about to begin.
They sat down to a delicious meal. Spinach salad with bacon bits and a light raspberry vinaigrette dressing arrived first. Then the entree, a chicken Cordon Bleu that was melt-in-your-mouth good, with mixed sautéed vegetables, herbed basmati rice and dinner rolls. Honey’s best friend and maid of honor, Martha Lockhart and her date sat with them, and another couple whose names Mia never did catch filled out their table. By the time they reached dessert, a mouth-watering raspberry and chocolate parfait, the speeches were just beginning.
Mia leaned over to Wyatt and said, “I ate way too much. I’m afraid I’m going to bust out of this dress.”
His gaze was heated and very appreciative, his smile devilish. “That would be a shame since I plan to seduce you out of it once we get home.”
His words conjured up an image that tightened her stomach and brought a flush to her cheeks.
She leveled a reproving glance at him. “Public here.”
He laughed. “Believe me, Mia, I’m well aware of that.”
Dancing with Wyatt was her favorite part of the evening. From the moment he led her out to the floor and danced the waltz with her, until late in the evening when they joined in a couple of impromptu line dances, she felt as if she lived in a fairy tale world. Almost too beautiful and romantic to be for real.
Hold on to the memories. You won’t have anything else once Wyatt knows the truth.
Wyatt watched Mia as she stood in front of the dresser in her room, taking off her earrings and putting them on a tray. She hadn’t worn any other jewelry. Hadn’t needed it, in his opinion. The low cut of the dress showed enough of the swell of her beautiful breasts, and that was far prettier than any jewelry could have been.
“Wyatt? Have you heard anything I was saying?”
He’d known she was talking. But he kept getting sidetracked. By the dress and how Mia looked in it, and wondering what she’d look like when he finally got her out of it.
“Sorry. I got distracted.”
“Yes, I can see that. By what?”
He walked over to stand behind her and look in the mirror. He was still wearing his shirt, unbuttoned, and pants, but had shed the rest of his clothes. “By you.” He kissed her neck and down to her shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress all night.”
Mia laughed. “I thought you liked my dress.”
“Oh, I do. It’s very”—he slid his hands down her chest and cupped her breasts through the material—“very sexy.” He ran his hands down to her waist and then to her hips. “Why don’t I help you out of it?”
She smiled, slow and tempting. “Why don’t you?” She moved away from him so he could get to her zipper.
He kissed the center of her back before he began to draw down the zipper. Following the zipper’s path, he tracked her spine with his lips until he was kneeling behind her. When he reached the end, she let the dress fall. All she’d worn beneath the dress was a black thong. Just below the lacy strap, on her right butt cheek, he noticed a tiny tattoo. He’d never noticed it before, or if he had, he must have thought it was a birthmark, it was so small and unobtrusive. Not to mention, it was on a part of her anatomy he wouldn’t have seen until recently.
“You have a mountain range tattooed on your butt.”
“Why yes, yes, I do,” she said with a gurgle of laughter.
“I’ve never seen it before.”
“I’ve had it for a long time.”
“Is there some significance to it or did you just want a mountain range tattooed on your butt?” He kissed it, then laid a line of kisses all around it.
“I got it after I sold my first painting. For money, not barter. It was a landscape of a mountain range. I drew
it and the tattoo artist inked it for me.”
He got to his feet. They were still standing in front of the mirror. Mia was watching him, her eyes smoky and mysterious.
“It’s very sexy.” He cupped her bare breasts, rolled her nipples, watched her head fall back as she groaned. “Very, very, sexy,” he murmured in her ear, sliding one hand down to dip beneath the tiny swatch of fabric.
Mia’s arm came around his neck. “The bed...”
“Eventually.” He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tense around it.
She moaned again. He added another finger, teased her with his thumb, driving her higher until she shattered. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her in the middle and started ripping off his clothes.
Mia sat up, reaching into the drawer and coming out with a handful of condoms. She wiggled out of her panties, then pulled him into the bed, and when he would have pushed her on to her back she shook her head. “Oh, no. It’s your turn.”
Her hands stroked and touched him while she made her way down his body planting hot, moist kisses wherever her lips landed. He put his hands in her hair and let her soft lips and warm mouth push him to the edge of orgasm.
Stopping just short of driving him to his peak, she rolled a condom on him and straddled him. Impaled herself on him, rocking slowly at first, then faster. He played with her breasts, sucked a nipple into his mouth then let her go to grasp her hips and drive into her. He thrust upward, she thrust downward. She raised herself almost all the way off of him, then pushed down, hard. And did it again. And again. Her head thrown back in pleasure, he watched her and felt her climax rush through her, until his own orgasm overtook him and he exploded inside her.
Much later, they were sitting up, leaning back against the pillows propped behind them. He had one arm wrapped around her and, with the other, he took her hand and kissed it.
Mia laughed softly. “Is this your new thing? Kissing my hand?”
“I like your hands. Small, but strong. They’re very talented. As an artist”—he kissed the back of her hand, turned it over to kiss the palm—“and in many other ways.” He laced his fingers through hers and fell silent for a bit.