Something Borrowed. Jule McBride
deadpanned. “You don’t like my blow-dry?”
“You even got to wear jeans.”
“They said I had cowboy appeal.”
“Cowboy appeal?”
He shrugged. “The boots.”
“The only thing about me they liked was Edie’s hairdo.” Puffing her cheeks, she realized Cash’s eyes had locked on to hers. Whew. Some eyes. How come Edie hadn’t responded to this guy? Suddenly, everything went still. She registered the people milling around them and the fact that, despite the crowd, she felt as if she were alone with him.
“I like you better in sweatpants.”
Marley wished he hadn’t said it. “You like sweatpants?”
“Not so much as the sports bras and ripped midriffs that go with them.”
“Hmm.” This was the guy whom Edie had sworn lacked testosterone? Granted, Marley tried to stay out of her sister’s love life, which was easy, since it was virtually nonexistent, but still, she’d gotten roped into at least one conversation about Cash’s supposed deficiencies. Definitely, she had to draw some very firm boundaries here. “Well, you’ve probably noticed that, uh, I’m not very available.”
“You’re abrupt,” he agreed, a slow, sexy smile saying he didn’t mind in the least. “Downright rude the day I offered you a ride.”
“It’s nothing personal,” she assured.
“How is rudeness not personal?”
“I was trying to be discouraging,” she corrected. “Not rude.” She just wished he weren’t studying her with eyes hot enough to melt glaciers.
“So, Edie wanted off the show?” He really did look disappointed.
“I’m sorry, but it’s nothing personal. She just thought the better of it. Honestly, I think she remembered the wedding curse and just got a case of jitters. You do know about the family curse, don’t you?”
“Not much. Maybe you can tell me more.”
Not in this lifetime. “Uh…maybe. But right now, we have a lot of other things on our plate, right? I do think we can work this out. Trevor Milane will know what to do. I was just headed to his office….” She flashed an insincere smile, hardly able to muster a genuine one, not when her nostrils were filled with his enticing male scent, and his hard, hot body was this close. “Why don’t you come along?”
Deciding not to prolong the conversation—or agony—she turned on one of Edie’s high heels and wobbled down the hallway, not surprised to feel Cash close behind. “Mr. Milane,” she said when she reached his office.
Seated at his desk, he looked up. “Yes?”
When she felt a jolt of electricity behind her, she realized Cash’s chest had brushed her back, and she tried to ignore how her heart jump-started. “I can’t be on Rate the Dates. I’ve been trying to explain this ever since I got here. Who can I talk to?”
“Of course you’re on the show,” Trevor soothed, rising and circling his desk. “I know you’re a bundle of nerves. But our staff is trained to handle jitters.”
“I don’t have jitters,” Marley corrected. He was making her sound like the proverbial neurotic female.
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