Picture Perfect (The Wilsons) by Alicia Roberts Read Free Book Online Page B

was five, like everyone else?”
    To worsen matters further, Stacey decided that her flowers were all wrong, the décor wasn’t done properly, her dress was a bit wrinkled and… Pretty soon, she was in fool-blown panic mode, convinced that the whole wedding was going to be a disaster.
    Lea was torn between feeling sorry for her friend and seeing the humor in the situation.
    The wedding photographer had mentioned that a friend of his might be able to do the job, but Stacey made a few phone calls back home and found out that the friend wasn’t “up to the standard” she’d want. Lea suggested looking for photographers online, and the groom-to-be called his friends, hoping to find a good photographer who was available to come down to St Martin’s immediately and photograph their wedding.
    Chaos was quickly descending, and after a while Lea decided that she couldn’t help out much. Stacey was shooting down most suggestions, and her panic was taking over.
    Lea and Angie rolled their eyes at each other: Stacey’s wedding would be an absolute dream, and things looked fine to them. They slipped out with a couple of their friends, and headed to the beach to relax a bit.
    The rehearsal dinner was meant to be tonight. A quick phone call revealed that Stacey had miraculously found a photographer who she was happy with, and was taking a quick nap. Things seemed to have been fixed, so after a few drinks with the girls, Lea headed up to her new room to have a bath before getting dressed for dinner.
    ***
    The warm water of the bath was so relaxing, and Lea found herself almost drifting off to sleep.
    Aromatherapy oils provided by the resort scented the air with their subtle notes, and soapy bubbles covered the surface of the bath. The dinner was more than an hour away, and Lea let her muscles relax and her mind drift away.
    Was Mel right, should she just have fun on this holiday and maybe go out on a few inappropriate dates? So far, her cousin’s advice had come in handy – she couldn’t help grinning as she remembered Adam’s reaction to her green bikini.
    Adam… her sleepy mind conjured up images of his twinkling brown eyes, his carefree attitude, and of course – the fact that he wasn’t pursuing her. That last thought made her heart sink. As Amelia Wilson, she’d been used to men chasing her. She was always the one pushing them away.
    But Adam wasn’t having any of it – he’d made it clear he was interested, but it was up to her to decide if she was up for some fun.
    But that wasn’t her. She wasn’t chasing after some random guy, no matter how cute and adorable his grin. It was too bad, though…
    She sighed, and sunk further into the bath, wondering what might have happened if only he’d insist on coming after her. What was wrong with being a caveman?
    She was busy remembering his lips on her, the way he’d pulled her wrists above her head… Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door fly open and looked up to see Adam standing in front of her.
    A loud gasp escaped her and she sat up straight in shock, before remembering that she was naked and quickly crossing her arms across her chest and sinking down into the thick, opaque layer of bubbles again. She was briefly thankful that she’d filled the bathtub completely and then she vaguely noticed that he was wearing only a pair of tight boxer-briefs and was staring at her, open-mouthed.
    Irritation flooded through her. “What’re you doing here?”
    He closed his mouth. “What’re you doing here? This is my room.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “Could you leave, maybe?”
    He seemed to realize that he was wearing only his underwear and suddenly looked just as uncomfortable as she felt. “Uh, sure, sorry.”
    He left the room, and she heard him pulling on his jeans noisily. “I couldn’t see anything,” he called out, sounding pretty cheerful. “You’ve got a whole bubble-thing going on.”
    A deep blush spread over her face and she felt it travel downwards.