Free Two Times as Hot by Cat Johnson Page A

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     Would you please look at my hair?”
    Halfway up the staircase in the Jenkins house, Becca paused and cocked a brow. “There
     isn’t going to be a next time. I’m getting married once and only once. And your hair
     looks fine, just like it always does, so stop worrying. I have to touch up my nail
     polish. I somehow managed to chip a nail last night.”
    Probably when they all stumbled into the taxi to get home after the shots at the bar.
     Emma had woken up in her hotel room this morning feeling less than stellar. The cotton
     mouth, headache, and exhaustion she could handle, but not having a bad hair day. Today’s
     wedding pictures would be around for decades and Emma was going to look good for them
     even if it killed her.
    She glanced into the mirror again and sighed. She’d been planning to leave it down,
     but the weather had managed to make even her pin-straight hair do some puffy, frizzy
     kind of thing she was not happy with.
    It was early in the day. They didn’t need to get dressed and leave for the church
     for a little while yet. She could still make a change.
    Emma called up the stairs after her sister, “Maybe I should run into town and see
     if someone at the salon can do a quick up-do.”
    “You look beautiful. I wouldn’t change a thing.” A very male voice behind Emma had
     her spinning around.
    “Logan. Uh, hi.” Emma swallowed hard. She’d been caught complaining and by Logan of
     all people. “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”
    She smoothed the skirt of the sundress she’d thrown on at the hotel to wear until
     it was time to put on the official maid of honor dress that was hanging upstairs next
     to Becca’s wedding gown.
    “You’re very welcome and it’s true.” He held a big box in his hands, but Emma was
     more interested in noticing how his dark eyes had swept her from head to toe. “So
     I’m here on a very important errand on behalf of the groom, since he’s not to come
     within twenty feet of this house.”
    Emma smiled. “That’s right. Becca won’t let Tuck see her until she walks down the
     aisle.”
    “Yes, I’m well aware of that. He woke me up at dawn knocking on my door after he was
     kicked out of here because he’s not allowed to see Becca. So where would you like
     it?”
    Emma would like it in the bedroom, and in the shower, and maybe in that hammock in the back yard—but
     Logan probably was talking about the box, not sex. “I don’t know. What is it?”
    “The flowers. I took out the boutonnières for the groomsmen, so all the rest are for
     you ladies here. Oh, and I also left in the corsages and boutonnières for the parents
     of the bride and the parents of the groom.”
    “Impressive organization. Thank you.” Emma smiled. A man who was organized and hot
     was a rare find indeed.
    “Eh, it’s nothing. Seems like planning a wedding isn’t all that much different from
     planning a mission, and that I’ve been well trained for.” He shrugged, the brown cardboard
     box still in his hands.
    She cringed and glanced around the foyer, at a loss. “Sorry. You need to put that
     somewhere. I guess the flowers should go in the fridge so they don’t wilt, but it’s
     pretty packed with last night’s leftovers.”
    “Not a problem. I can solve that. Follow me.” Logan tilted his head toward the back
     of the house. He led Emma to the door that opened into the garage. “Can you just grab
     the door?”
    “Sure.” She swung it wide enough for him to walk through with the oversized box.
    He glanced over his shoulder as she followed. “There’s an extra fridge out here and
     I’m betting it’s turned on because of the party last night.”
    Emma hadn’t noticed the big white fridge humming against the wall. She’d been too
     busy ogling Logan’s butt. She hated to admit it, but Tara was right—Logan did look
     really good in jeans. The worn denim pulled just tight enough across his ass to make
     her mouth water.