Squinting to see her surroundings clearly, she dug her glasses from her bag and slipped them on, and the world came back into focus. She scanned the area in several directions. Surely there was a ladies’ room close by. Her gaze stopped at the escalators leading to the second level.
Holly Addison—the real Holly Addison—was riding down, and headed straight for her!
The movie star hadn’t seen her yet, but Peyton’s mind blanked.
Come on, Monahan, think! She hadn’t flown this far just to get thrown out now. Should she yank off the wig and brave Holly and her entourage? But she had her hair pinned up inside an old stocking. Or should she turn her back and hope she wouldn’t get noticed? With this long, silver-blond hair? What could she hide behind? The potted palms? Too short and thin.
The man from the red car sauntered past, headed toward the registration desk. Before she had time to consider the consequences, she threw her arms around the guy’s neck. “Darling! I’ve been waiting for you.”
The man stiffened beneath her arms.
She heard Holly speaking as she approached. “I don’t care. It’s my wedding and everyone should wear whatever I want them to.”
The gorgeous guy glanced at Holly and Peyton maneuvered him around until his large frame hid her from view. The longest second of her life ensued waiting to see if he would shove her away and call security.
But instead, he slid his arms around her waist and flashed a wicked grin. “Sweetie! Sorry I was late.” He swooped down and covered her mouth with his.
Wide-eyed, she almost pulled away, but his lips moved over hers so softly, so sensually. Her body was melting and she opened her lips to him and-- Then his were gone.
Incredulous, she stared up at him.
One sandy brow rose as if challenging her to complain. His soft musky cologne filled her nostrils and sent an image of sweaty nights on cool sheets straight to her brain. And affected other parts she’d feared had amnesia. But no, they were alive and...remembering very well.
The Greek god in her arms watched the now disappearing Holly and her entourage and then returned his attention to Peyton. Without warning, he pulled her wig off. The stocking and pins came off with it and her hair tumbled down in a tangled mess. “That was fun, but now you need to convince me not to call security.”