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C – Is for crazy, which CJ Parker is sure she is for agreeing to go back to Canada.
A – Is for anxiety. She has plenty of it between flying, an ailing grandfather, not to mention friends and a guy she’s trying to forget.
N – Is for never getting married, no matter how hunky the guy she’s trying to forget is, or what thoughts are going through his head.
A – Is for accident, which covers everything from the pregnant bride, the MIA groom, and kissing the wrong man—again.
D – Is for Dalton Scott. Who the hell does he think he is? And why is he making her think of sex and wedding—not the one she is planning, but her own. Serves her right for kissing him.
A – Is for away. After the wedding from hell, facing the lies of her family, and admitting that she is never getting over Dalton, she is going away. Well, that’s the plan anyway…
Dalton is sure that his twin brother’s wedding is going to be a Canada Day to remember. Providing the groom shows up and Dalton convinces the pretty CJ to give up planning weddings long enough to have one with him.
Excerpt:
“Wow, you must be a hell of a wedding planner since they want a Canada Day Wedding.”
She shook her head and giggled. “No, that’s crazy. That would give me less than a week to plan it.”
Oh hell. She has no clue. “Actually, sweetheart, the date has been set. That’s the only real thing decided. I know Mary Kate insists it has to be then. She even has the colors, and a whole vision of what she wants.”
CJ’s full lips parted, then closed and pursed together. His gaze dipped and he had never been more tempted to kiss anyone in his life than he was right at that moment. “Oh dear.” Her slender throat moved as she swallowed. “I’m sure that once Mary Kate understands all the work that goes into this, she will see—“
Just break the news to her. “She doesn’t want to run close to her due date. The date is firm; trust me, that woman is stubborn. She isn’t changing her mind.”
Her eyes closed, then opened. “Due date?” Her head tilted to the side and her tongue slid across her lower lip.
“She is pregnant and doesn’t want to have the stress of the wedding too close to her delivery time.” He shifted on his legs and thought of the chats he’d had with the bride-to-be. He, of all people, knew she wasn’t changing her mind.
“Wow, Mary Kate is pregnant.” Blatant surprise registered on her face, then an unreadable look that resembled sadness, followed by a shake of her head. “Wow, no one told me. I suppose that would make a bit of a difference.”
By the look on her face, Dalton knew she was digesting everything. He couldn’t believe it was him dropping all this on her. However, it was better than the other things he could tell her. He might as well not send her running back to L.A. just yet. However, the way his body was reacting to her, maybe it would be better if she did leave.
“Forgive me, Dalton. It’s been a long day. I guess double congratulations are in order.”
What is running through her head?
“Thanks.” He took off his Stetson and ran a hand through his hair. “Can I ask why you are congratulating me?”
She smiled, though it seemed strained. “I mean, with the wedding and the baby on its way, that’s pretty great.”
“I guess, yeah.” I haven’t thought it would be great in a long time. He couldn’t identify the emotion in her eyes, but this time it wasn’t fleeting; the look stayed.
“I’ll make sure that your wedding is something to remember.”
Oh my God! No one told her. “My wedding?”
“Yeah.”
He would love her to think he was getting married, but—he glanced at her hand. No ring, no tan line. The question is, does she have a man back home? No, Harris and Ruth would’ve known and she wouldn’t be here now.
“Dalton, what’s wrong?”
He started to laugh, unable to get over the worry in her voice. He could only imagine what the look on his face had been. He stepped closer. The faint trace of her perfume touched his nostrils. “CJ, I’m not getting married or having a baby.”
“I’m confused, I thought you said Mary Kate—“
“Derek is marrying Mary Kate.”
A long exhale left her, then she looked away to the field for a couple moments before she looked back at him. Her eyes sparkled and dipped to his hand, far from discreetly. She looked up at him. “So, you aren’t engaged.”
“I’m not even seeing anyone.”
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