Bachelor's Bought Bride / CEO's Expectant Secretary. Jennifer LewisЧитать онлайн книгу.
around the room.
“Flynn is Brock Maddox’s younger brother. He got back together with his wife recently after a long separation.” Gavin’s warm breath tickled her ear.
“How lovely.” Bree smiled and accepted a sparkling glass of bubbly. “And very sweet of your client to make a fuss.”
“He’s a nice guy. Very family oriented. Been married to his wife, Angela, for forty years.”
“Impressive. Nearly all my dad’s friends are divorced. Some of them several times.”
“That’s a shame.” Gavin sipped his champagne. “Marriage should be for life—otherwise what’s the point?”
His earnest gaze met hers—and made her gulp champagne too fast. “I’m sure you’re right. But I’ve never been married, so I have no idea what it’s really like.” Her words came out a bit rushed. It was downright freaky to be discussing marriage on a first date, let alone a first date with a man like Gavin Spencer.
“Me, either.” He grinned, boyish and charming. “But I hope that when I do tie the knot, it will be the kind of marriage I’ll toast with champagne forty years later.”
Bree tugged her eyes away. Okay, she must be dreaming. This couldn’t possibly be real. There was no such thing as a gorgeous, dashing and successful man who wanted to stay married to one woman for life.
Was there?
Walter Prentice raised his filled champagne glass. “A toast to the happy couple! May their family be blessed with many years of happiness, and not too many sleepless nights.” He grinned. “My own children have brought me so much joy. I know that Flynn and Renee will be fantastic parents.”
He looked down, then directly at a tall, black-haired man, who Bree guessed might be Flynn. “You know our company slogan—family is everything. Well, it’s not just a slogan, it’s a way of life.” He raised his glass.
The room buzzed with cheers. “Oh, my gosh, that really is their slogan, isn’t it?” Bree laughed. “I’ve seen their ads on TV.”
Gavin’s gray eyes twinkled. “I guess sometimes believing your own publicity isn’t such a bad thing. Hey, there’s Brock. Come meet the big boss.”
Bree’s eyes widened as he slid his fingers to the small of her back to guide her across the room, claiming her as his date in front of everyone—friends, coworkers, clients. Almost as if he was showing her off.
She fought the urge to pinch herself. Any minute now she’d wake up in her own bed, with Faith and Ali stretched, purring, on the duvet next to her. But until then she’d better keep a smile on her face.
Never a morning person, Bree had barely managed to drag herself out of bed by the time Elle showed up at her door. She and Gavin had stayed at the party until nearly 1 a.m. Once again, he’d dropped her home without dropping a hint about coming in.
And without trying to kiss her.
“Hey, Bree!” Elle kissed her on the cheek like they were old friends. “I brought your bear claw and some coffee. I bet you need it after last night. Gavin must have introduced you to everyone in the room.” She handed Bree a to-go cup full of steaming coffee.
“He may have even introduced me to some of them twice. It was all a blur after about ten o’clock. Come in.” She ushered Elle into the bright room. Ornate Victorian paned glass covered one wall and part of the sloped ceiling, creating the bright studio light that gave the space its name.
“Oh, my lord, look at the view.” Elle put the paper bakery bag on the small dining table and moved to the window. “I bet on a clear day you can see Japan from here.”
“Almost.” Bree grinned. “I do love watching boats in the bay.”
“I guess you’ll miss the view when you move in with Gavin.” Elle lifted a brow.
Bree froze. “What? There’s nothing going on between Gavin and me. I only just met him.”
“Really?” Elle’s eyes widened. “I got the definite impression that you two were a serious item.”
“He was being very … solicitous, but I only met him the night before.”
“You’re kidding me.” Elle’s eyes narrowed. “I know you and I only just met, so I shouldn’t even ask this, but you’ve kissed, right?”
“Not even a peck.” A prickle of embarrassment ran over her. If she were cute like Elle, he probably would have tried. “I think he’s just being friendly.”
“But he kept putting his arm around you.” Elle cocked her head. “That’s not the kind of thing you do with a friend. Nope. He’s definitely after you. Probably just taking it slow.”
Bree shrugged, hoping the heat in her face didn’t show. “Let me get some plates.”
They chatted about the house and the neighborhood while they ate their pastries and sipped the strong coffee. After they ate, Bree showed Elle some of her photos.
“You have an amazing eye. In each picture there’s something of the essence of the individual. I know how hard that is to capture. I can’t take a decent portrait to save my life. I’m lucky if their eyes are open.”
“I wish I could offer some tips, but I’m afraid I’m not sure how I do it.”
“Genius. Talent. All those things I don’t have as a photographer.” Elle smiled. “It’s not hard to see why Gavin’s crazy about you.”
“Oh, stop! First of all, he’s not crazy about me. Second of all, he hasn’t seen my photos.”
“Yes, he has. He was showing everyone the Black Book in the office on Friday.”
“Was he really?” Bree bit her lip.
“One word. Besotted.” Elle crossed her arms. “A man in love. Sometimes it happens that fast.”
“Oh, come on. What could Gavin possibly see in me? I’m definitely not the type men fall head over heels for.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, let’s see. My hair has a mind of its own, which changes with the barometric pressure. I need to lose weight. And the only famous person I bear a resemblance to is one Duncan Kincannon, Tenth Laird of Aislin. You can see him halfway down the stairs in the main hall, wrapped in a gilt frame.”
Elle giggled. “I bet Gavin loves your sense of humor.”
“That’s about all there is to love.”
“What nonsense! Though …” She tipped her head to one side and pressed a figure to her lips. “If you don’t mind my saying so … I can see a little room for improvement.”
Bree cringed inside her baggy college sweatshirt. “More than a little room, I’m afraid.”
“You’re lovely as you are, but you could be lovelier.
I spent a summer working at a froufrou spa in Santa Barbara. I learned all kinds of brilliant tricks there.”
“Like what?”
“Your hair. It’s curly, right?”
“I think frizzy is a better description.”
“No, seriously, will you take it down for a sec?”
Bree pulled the ponytail band from her hair with shaky fingers. The heavy mass fell—frizzily—over her shoulders.
“Oh, yes. You’ve got lovely ringlets in there. We just have to set them free.”
“How do you do that?”
Elle smiled mysteriously. “We need to gather a few tools.”
It was nearly four in the afternoon by the time Elle