The Ex Factor. Nancy Warren
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“I didn’t mean to spend the night,” Dex said
“I didn’t mean to let you.” This was all too intimate, too familiar. In a minute, he’d suggest they shower together, or she would, and then they’d drink coffee and share the paper. She’d kiss him goodbye and wish him a good day.
“I’d almost forgotten how good we are together,” he murmured.
The memories of the night before made Karen smile with pleasure mixed with mild embarrassment. She’d been like a sex-crazed maniac. “I’ll never look at Chinese food the same way.”
He nuzzled her ear. “You still taste like plum sauce. We should take a shower together.”
Yep, right on cue. As though they were still the happily married couple who had sex with their takeout and showered together in the morning.
If they were so good together, why weren’t they still married?
Dear Reader,
I’m a huge fan of old movies. I can’t get enough of them, especially the romantic comedies. I clearly had The Philadelphia Story in mind when I wrote The Ex Factor and if I got stuck, I’d think to myself, What would Cary Grant do? What would Katharine Hepburn do? And then I’d know.
This book features some of the characters I wrote about in my previous Harlequin Blaze title My Fake Fiancée (July 2010), so if you want to read Chelsea and David’s story, that’s where you’ll want to go for that.
Thanks, as always, for coming along with me on these wonderful adventures. I always have fun writing them. Visit me on the Web at www.nancywarren.net.
Happy reading,
Nancy Warren
The Ex Factor
Nancy Warren
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA TODAY bestselling author Nancy Warren lives in the Pacific Northwest, where her hobbies include walking her border collie in the rain and watching classic films. She’s the author of more than thirty novels and novellas for Harlequin and has won numerous awards. Visit her Web site at www.nancywarren.net.
To Sharon Kearney, for too many years of friendship to count.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
1
“STACY REALLY WANTS the circus theme,” Patricia Grange said, a note of appeal in her voice. It was a tone Karen Petersham knew well—the desperate cry of a woman who has spoiled her baby girl for so long she doesn’t know how to stop. As one of the top wedding planners in Philadelphia, Karen got her share of spoiled princesses and their bizarre wedding requests, but this was right up there.
“A circus themed wedding is certainly unusual,” Karen said smoothly. “You don’t get a lot of them.”
“It’s because of Cirque du Soleil,” Patricia explained, throwing her hands out in a gesture of helplessness.
“Cirque du Soleil?” What on earth could a bunch of acrobatically theatrical circus performers have to do with a wedding?
The mother of the bride nodded. “Hudson took Stacy to see the touring production of Kooza for their first date. They think it would be romantic to recreate the circus theme for their wedding.”
“Well, I guess we can be happy he didn’t take her ice fishing for their first date.”
The woman smiled weakly. “I suppose so.” She straightened the perfectly straight hem on her Gucci skirt. “Cirque is about both clowning and acrobatics, of course.”
“Two excellent attributes of a successful marriage.”
“Exactly.” The woman smiled at her gratefully. “And Cirque did perform at the Academy Awards one time. I remember seeing it on television.”
Only a Philadelphia society girl could equate her wedding with the Academy Awards. Already Karen suspected that this ceremony was going to be one of those nightmares. The mother of the bride had shown up for the appointment, but no bride. Always a bad sign. She was conscious of a wish to tell the woman to take her flying circus acrobats and find another wedding planner, but she didn’t. As much as she despaired over some of the demands made of her and her company, If You Can Dream It, Karen also got the most juice out of the toughest assignments. Frankly, the challenges stopped her from succumbing to boredom.
Rich October sunshine streamed through the windows of the renovated brick warehouse she’d bought in Old Town to house her growing business, bringing out the rich caramel in the floors she’d had restored.
“Let me see what I can do. I’ll put together a proposal for you and we can meet again, shall we say in two weeks? Perhaps with the bride this time.”
When the mother left, Karen sat for a few minutes, typing her notes into her computer, then she got up and walked through the office.
“I’m going to see Chelsea,” she said to her assistant, Dee, on the way out. The young blonde British girl who was both support staff and her assistant wedding planner nodded, unsurprised, since Karen took the short walk to her caterer and good friend’s premises at least once a day. She trekked to Hammond & Co. to discuss jobs with Chelsea Hammond, her exclusive caterer, or simply to chat with the woman who’d become a close friend. And if she walked the two blocks briskly enough, that was as good as fifteen minutes on the treadmill.
Slipping on sunglasses and a light coat, she strode toward the storefront where Chelsea