![]() ![]() As far as she’s concerned, it means cat.” Jake rubbed his face. Last week she beat everyone in her local pub quiz so she could win a nodding-cat thing.” “Write messages as if it’s her cat?” He nodded. Meow – Trixi PussyĪ kind of strangled sound erupting in her throat, Juliet nudged aside his phone. He held it up right in front of her face so she couldn’t miss the message: Jake, dear, are you checking your uncle’s car? Can you come look at Great-auntie’s in the next week? It’s making a strange noise and it scares me. “Do I look like I was born yesterday?”įolding her arms, she tilted her head to the side, just daring him to continue. “For your information,” he muttered after quickly scanning it, “that’s the name of my great-aunt’s cat.” They’d just stepped outside when his phone flashed with light, a message popping onto the front screen. Juliet took his phone when he handed it to her, then swung by the head table to pick up hers too. ![]() “On second thought-we’ll have to use our phones.” “In my car,” Jake said automatically before realizing they’d come here in a limo. “Where’s the damn torch?” She put down her own cake and stood. I’m sure it won’t take Jake long to fix things.” She kept up that smile as Joseph patted her on the shoulder and told her she was a good girl before he walked away to tug Alison into a dance.Īt which point Jake got the death glare magnified.ĭriven to antagonize her by a madness he couldn’t shake, he took a bite of cake before rising to put his plate down on the alcove seat. Esera.” Juliet’s smile was warm and generous. Mind coming and holding the torch for me?” “I’ll have a look.” Jake took the keys his father held out… before he turned to Juliet and said, “It’s dark out. “Sorry to interrupt, but Uncle Tama wants to get home and his car isn’t starting.” Jake was grinning when his father appeared nearby. “Oh, did that hurt?” She pointed her fork in his direction. Then she elbowed him under the guise of getting comfortable. Dangerous as it was, he hadn’t felt this alive in a long, long time. Because the thing was… he wanted to fight with Juliet. The alcove wasn’t that big, and his shoulder brushed hers, his hip pressing into a lush feminine curve. “I don’t see your name on it,” he said and took a seat. Yet he haphazardly grabbed a slice of cake for himself before going over to join her in the alcove. Her lashes drifted shut, her lips pursed he could almost hear her moan of pleasure. She cut into it with a fork as he watched, slipped the tines into her mouth. He was starting to think she’d ditched the reception when he finally saw her seated in a hidden alcove with a giant slice of wedding cake on a saucer. Jake checked on Esme-who was having a grand old time running wild with the other children-then went hunting Jules.
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