His Wedding Date (Destination Weddings #1) by Ari Thatcher Read Free Book Online

me out.”
    She yawned in answer. When he wriggled to pull up the blankets, Bree snuggled closer to him with a sigh.

Chapter Six
    Bree was afraid to look at her reflection in the bathroom mirror when they stumbled out of bed in the morning. Her eyelids burned from the lack of sleep. Her thighs felt like spaghetti when she walked. She’d either ridden Ash or clutched him close with her legs for the last half of the night, until they’d passed out again in exhaustion.
    Ash mumbled something when he squeezed past her to pee while she tested the water temperature in the shower. She slapped his ass. “Aren’t you the cheerful one?”
    “You should talk. Have you seen your hair?”
    She pushed the matted mess away from her face, not wanting to see exactly what had parts of it glued together. Her styling gel didn’t dry that hard. “You should be thanking me, smart ass.” She stepped under the spray and let it soak her hair. The hot water felt like heaven on her stiff muscles.
    They’d slept late, so she hurried in the shower, knowing how long it took to blow-dry her hair. She wasn’t about to go out in the snow with damp hair. And she needed to be careful with her makeup, needing a light touch for a more natural look than last night.
    Forty-five minutes later Bree sprayed a third coating of the helmet-strength hairspray she’d brought with her, ensuring the sleek, elegant hairdo would remain in place throughout the wedding and reception. With her hair pulled up and funky black-framed glasses on instead of her contacts, she was pretty sure the guys wouldn’t recognize her as the stripper from the night before.
    She prayed she was right.
    Ash peeked in the bathroom doorway. “About ready? I need to be there a little early to hold Greg’s hand.”
    “I’m just about done.” She waved the hairspray can over her head for one last layer of armor.
    Ash coughed and backed out of the doorway. “Hey, watch where you aim that weapon. I’m breathing here.”
    She ducked her head and set down the can. “Sorry. I just want to be sure I look okay.”
    He shook his head and his gaze took a long, slow, survey of her from head to toe. “You did look in the mirror, right?”
    Unease settled in her midsection and she pressed a hand there to quell the butterflies. “Yeah, why? Should I have brought a different dress?” She’d aimed for conservatively sexy, a tailored, sleeveless pink floral dress with a coordinating solid-colored jacket. Her peep-toe, bone-colored heels were the closest she could come to a conservative shoe. Ash needed to look successful and she was a big part of making that impression.
    The heat in his eyes when he met her gaze again could have melted the icicles on the eaves outside their room. “If you looked any hotter I wouldn’t make it to the reception.”
    She smiled, relief calming her taut nerves. “Is it time to go? Do you have to meet Greg somewhere before the ceremony?”
    “The wedding is here on the grounds, which is a good thing judging by all the snow. They’ve cleared the walkways, but your feet are still going to freeze.”
    She shrugged. “The things we women go through for fashion. Let’s get our coats.”
    The ceremony was brief. The couple had written their own vows, the sentiments moving Bree to sigh. Romantic and sweet, the groom’s voice caught as he promised eternal love.
    Last night she wouldn’t have thought there was an ounce of romance in Greg.
    She caught Ash looking at her several times as he stood beside the couple in front of the crowd. Once he even winked, sending ripples of warm fuzzies throughout her. Soon, the minister was presenting the couple as man and wife and the happy bride and groom filed down the aisle between the folding chairs, followed by their attendants.
    The large room had been divided into a small area for the ceremony and the remainder for the reception. Bree followed the other guests to the tables and looked for her name on the place cards. Ash