She smiled, then turned on her heel and headed over to the bridal table, leaving him speechless and frowning in her wake.
He glared at her gently swaying backside and the swish of ice-blue skirts billowing around her ankles.
Huh. Guess she’s still pissed off with you, then.
Copyright © 2013 by Paula Roe
EXPECTING A BOLTON BABY
Copyright © 2013 by Sarah M. Anderson
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