Free The Perfect Mix (Keller Weddings Book 1) by Kenna Avery Wood Page B

in one hand and her eyes wide. “Beckett?”
    He drew off his hood, but words froze in his throat. She was already dressed for the wedding, wearing low heels and a dress that hung just past her knees, fluttering as she moved. A ruffled apron covered the top.
    “You’re already ready,” he finally managed.
    “I didn’t want to have to carry all my clothes in the rain, too.”
    “That’s why I’m here.”
    She set the bag down, angling her head at him. “To help me carry my clothes?”
    He forced himself to focus, to pull his eyes from the long line of her neck. “No, to help carry whatever else you need me to carry.”
    “Doesn’t Jillian need help at the barn?”
    “She’s the one who sent me here.”
    Beckett winced as she wiped her hand on a towel. It was true enough, but the real reason he’d come was because he wanted to. He was tired of making up excuses to spend time with Anna. He shouldn’t need another reason more than what he already had. Love.
    “I want to help,” Beckett amended, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door.
    “You’ve been helping a lot lately.”
    Shit. He could see it in her eyes. She knew something was going on. He opened his mouth to tell her the truth, to explain that her suspicions were right on, and then her phone rang.
    She looked at the ID and then smirked at him when she answered. “Hey, Jillian. Yes, I’m aware that it’s still raining. Yes, Beckett’s here. Yes, I’m coming soon.”
    He chuckled and eyed the boxes she’d stacked neatly on the counter. The rest of the kitchen was a mess. He could hear Leah out in the store talking to someone and wondered if she’d be the one to clean it up.
    Anna said goodbye to Jillian and ended the call. “She keeps everything so organized in that tablet of hers, you’d think she would have scheduled the rain for another day.”
    He laughed, and before he could help himself, he reached for her. His hands connected with her waist. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she looked up at him, completely still.
    “Beckett?” The word came out hushed. “What are you…Jillian didn’t send you for this, did she?”
    She’d hit so close to the truth, he couldn’t answer for a minute. “No. This is all me.”
    When her lashes fluttered, eyes close to drooping shut, he took that as an invitation to lean in. She exhaled, her breath hitting his lips a moment before her mouth. His hands slid on the material of her dress, running from her waist up her back to hold her against him.
    Her mouth parted under his, fingers gripping his shirt in a flash of heat. His brain short-circuited, a jolt so brilliant he couldn’t think, only feel. Everything. Her hands, the softness of her bare skin as he skimmed his fingertips along her arms. Her heartbeat racing against his.
    “Beckett,” she murmured.
    “Yes.”
    “This…” She lifted her chin, eyes meeting his. They were still cloudy with passion, making him want take her mouth with his again. “I don’t know…”
    He couldn’t tell whether she was shocked or angry. But her fingers still clenched on his shirt, heart still beat as fast as his. And she didn’t move.
    “I want this,” he said.
    Her eyes searched his, a thousand emotions flashing through them. He willed her mouth to form the words, to say something in return that would show him where he stood. I want this, too .
    When her phone buzzed, she jumped, pulling back. He released her waist reluctantly, watching as she read the message.
    “Just Jillian telling me to park around the side. It’s muddy.” She smiled at him. He couldn’t tell if it wobbled because of nerves or embarrassment. “We should probably get going.”
    Just like that. We should probably get going . But what had he expected? For her to jump on him again? For her to tell him she loved him? This was hitting her out of nowhere.
    “What can I help with?” he asked.
    “All of this has to go.”
    His eyebrows lifted at the spread on