Caught Between an Oops and a Hard Body (Caught Between series Book 2) by Sheila Seabrook Read Free Book Online Page B

said, she got all flustered. “Don’t worry. I meant it when I said I’m not out to trap a man. While I love brides and all of the magic of a wedding, I actually have this aversion to marriage. It drives my mom nuts. She can’t figure out where she went wrong with me.”
    Curious, he found himself asking, “And why would a wedding planner have an aversion to marriage?”
    “Speaking of weddings…” She glanced at her watch, straightened her skirt, and pushed to her feet, suddenly all efficient and closed in. “Well, I guess if we’re going to go, we should go. Sitting next to the commode chatting with you is fascinating, but it doesn’t get a wedding planned, does it?”
    As Stone scrambled to help her up, he made a mental note to dig into this oddity further.
    Out of the depths of her purse, she once again produced toothpaste and a toothbrush. “I’ll—um—freshen up before we head into town.”
    “I’ll grab the truck keys and meet you out front.”
    But as he watched her slather the toothpaste on the brush, squeezing right in the middle where he hated it the most, he got an image of waking up to this scenario every morning for the rest of his life.
    It made him want to squirm.
    He resisted the urge to lean down to kiss the spot right below her very sexy ear. Something in him warned him that he could get used to having her around all the time. Grabbing her, touching her, whispering sweet assurances in her ear. Then later…
    Down boy .
    Stone turned his back on her, opened the bathroom door, and came face to face with his mom.
    For the barest of moments they stared at each other, him flushing red as though he were still thirteen and caught making out in the closet, his mom with her hand raised to knock on the door, startled by his presence.
    He was the type of guy who never brought women home for the parents to meet. And as he’d explained inside, there was a damn good reason he kept his personal life personal.
    As his brain started working again, and he found the sense to step out of the bathroom and close the door behind him, he grabbed her elbow and steered her toward the kitchen.
    Grace took a breath, her voice tight. “You have lipstick on your mouth.”
    Hell. He resisted the urge to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth and decided he needed to be more careful.
    “For goodness sakes, Stone, she’s the hired help. Keep your zipper closed and—”
    “She’s sick, Mom. I’m taking her to town to see the doctor. That’s it.” And then maybe, if his luck held, he’d get laid. He forced that thought out of his head and as they reached the key rack, he rifled throughout the keys.
    “I’ve got your room all ready for you at the house.”
    He grabbed one off the rack for himself, then grabbed a second one for his assistant. “I’ll be staying in the Three-For-Shot cottage.”
    “Hole-In-One. Two-For-Birdie. Three-For-Shot,” Grace complained as she tapped one foot on the floor. “They were your father’s idea. Those stupid names and that even stupider golf course.”
    Stone kept his silence and searched for the truck key.
    “It’s because of that wedding planner that you’re staying at the guest cottages instead of the house, isn’t it?”
    “No,” he said and kept his tone reasonable. “Wanda will be in the cottage next to me. We have work to do, and with all of the activity up at the house this week, I need the privacy.”
    “You know my rules.”
    “Yes, I do, and despite the fact that your rules are outdated and unnecessary, I have full intentions of keeping my distance. Weddings always make single women think about catching their own husband.”
    And despite Stephanie’s assurances, he couldn’t help but believe he should keep up his guard.
    But the scent of Stephanie swirled through his head, and the memory of her fingers walking up his trouser leg encouraged his body to stand up and take notice.
    And as he drove around to the front of the house where Stephanie stood