Free Two Times as Hot by Cat Johnson Page B

Then there was that kind of swagger that the cowboy boots put into
     his every step.
    Emma wrestled her attention away from his assets and back to what should be her priority
     given her position as maid of honor—keeping Becca’s bridal bouquet from dying before
     the ceremony. She skirted around him to pull open the refrigerator door and sure enough
     a cloud of cold air drifted out.
    “Wow. I had no idea this was even out here. You’re handy to have around.” She shot
     him what she hoped was a casual and maybe a little bit sexy smile.
    This flirting business required a light hand and a delicate balance. Juggling flirting
     and flowers—good thing she’d had coffee that morning so she was alert enough to handle
     it all.
    “I try.” He laughed and put the box down on a tool chest while Emma bent to move a
     few six-packs of soda and beer to the bottom shelf so the flowers would fit on the
     top one.
    “Well, you do a very good job.” She turned, prepared to do some more flirting while
     she had the chance, when she came face to face with the bouquet Logan held out.
    She stopped and stared as her throat grew tight from the sight and smell of the floral
     arrangement. She and Becca had gone through dress fittings and a bridal shower in
     New York together, but it hadn’t truly hit Emma until she saw those perfect white
     roses punctuated by the deep blue delphiniums and dark green ivy in Becca’s bridal
     bouquet. That’s when it felt real.
    Her little sister was getting married today. Never again would they be the two single
     sisters, banded together against the world. No more girls’ night out. Becca was Tucker’s
     now.
    “Emma?”
    At the sound of Logan saying her name, Emma snapped back to reality. She reached out
     to take the flowers and realized her hand was shaking.
    “Sorry. I’m just being a girlie girl. Getting choked up about Becca’s flowers. Silly,
     huh?” She forced out a wobbly laugh.
    She bent to put the bouquet in the fridge and while hidden by the door, swiped at
     the moisture in her eyes. There was no way she was going to cry in front of Logan.
     Especially not over a stupid bouquet.
    “Not at all. You know, right before I left my house Tuck was putting on his tuxedo.
     Seeing him, standing there all decked out and looking like a groom, I got a little
     choked up myself. I’ve seen him in his dress uniform a dozen times, but the tuxedo
     and the boutonnière? It kinda got to me.” Logan shrugged and looked absolutely adorable.
     “Guess I’m a girlie girl, too, huh?”
    “No. Definitely not.” That idea made Emma laugh. He was possibly the manliest man
     she’d ever met, even when holding a handful of flowers.
    “All right. I’ll take your word for it.” His smile made her heart flutter.
    She took the next bouquet he handed her and put it in the fridge, changing the subject
     until she could get her emotions under control. “Tucker’s dressed in his tux already?”
    Between worrying about her hair, and lusting after Logan, had it gotten later than
     she’d thought?
    “He is. As soon as these are safely put away, I’m going to head home and get dressed
     myself. The photographer wants to take the pictures of the groomsmen early so she
     can come here and take some pictures of you girls while you’re getting ready.” He
     smiled. “See, told you. As many details as a military invasion.”
    “I guess so.” The thought of what Logan would look like in his tuxedo was a very tempting
     image. Emma loved a uniform but she had to agree with Becca’s thinking. Having Tucker
     and Logan in uniform and Tyler and Jace in tuxedos might have looked disjointed for
     the pictures. It seemed Becca’s obsessive compulsive disorder extended to needing
     even the groomsmen to match. Uniforms or not, it would certainly be a good-looking
     group of men.
    Emma took the clear plastic box holding two wrist corsages and two boutonnières and
     rested it on top of one of the six-packs.