The Engagement Project / Her Surprise Hero: The Engagement Project / Her Surprise Hero. Abby Gaines
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her bottom lip. A lip that was slicked with glossy color that brought to mind thoughts of a sun-ripened peach, making his mouth water. “Is something wrong?”
“No, um, nothing. It’s just … I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress before.” Against his will, his gaze drifted downward again.
“It’s a push-up bra,” she blurted out the explanation, then crossed her arms over her chest as her cheeks flooded with color.
But instead of hiding her newly revealed assets, the action only succeeded in pushing her breasts up farther, closer to the neckline, and enhancing his view. With great reluctance, he tore his gaze away.
“It, uh, they, I mean, you look great,” he finally man- aged, and offered her the bouquet of purple tulips he’d kept concealed behind his back.
“You brought me flowers.” He saw both surprise and pleasure in her eyes, heard them in her voice and wondered whether anyone had ever given her flowers before.
Gage shrugged. “I was walking by the florist and, when I saw them in the window, I thought of you.”
“I love tulips, and these are beautiful.” She uncrossed her arms and took the bouquet carefully, almost tentatively. “Thanks. I’ll just go put them in some water.”
He followed her inside, watched as she went through the routine of finding a vase, filling it with water, and arranging the flowers. It was a routine he’d watched dozens of women perform before, but he’d never seen anyone take such genuine pleasure in the task, find such joy in a simple gesture. Heck, a lot of the women he’d dated would have turned their noses up at the simple flowers because they weren’t imported orchids or exotic calla lilies, and he was pleased that he’d gone with his instinct and bought the tulips.
Of course, his instincts now were pushing him in a whole different direction—toward the new and stunningly sexy Megan Roarke—but he managed to hold them in check. And if he couldn’t help noticing how the skirt that hugged the sweet curve of her backside inched up a little as she leaned over to set the vase in the middle of the table, well, he was only human.
“I guess we should be going now,” she said.
He yanked his mind back to the present. “Do you have a coat?”
She went to the closet, slid open the door.
Gage took the garment from her, holding it while she slipped the first arm in. As she turned to reach for the other sleeve, the side of her breast brushed his hand, and somehow that fleeting contact sent his blood humming.
He headed to the door, wondering and worrying about what other surprises the night might hold.
Chapter Five
Megan was feeling pretty good when Gage pulled into the long, winding driveway of the country club. The fact that the first awkward moments had passed allowed her to hope that the evening might not be a complete disaster. A feeling that dissipated with every step they took toward the doors.
Ashley had insisted that she wanted the engagement party to be an intimate gathering of family and close friends, but somehow the guest list had swelled so that nearly sixty people were expected to attend. And the number of cars in the parking lot suggested that most of them were already there.
The valet gave Gage a ticket, which he tucked into his pocket before reaching for Megan’s hand, linking his warm fingers with her icy ones.
“Nervous?” he asked.
“It’s silly, I know, but—” she halted at the bottom of the steps”—this is probably a very bad idea. You’ve done nothing to deserve being subjected to my family.”
“I’ve met your sister and your cousin,” he reminded her. “They didn’t seem so bad.”
“They’re mostly harmless,” she agreed. “I can’t say the same about everyone else.”
“Every family tree has some baboons hanging from it.”
She smiled at the analogy, but her smile faded when he tugged on her hand, leading her closer to the elaborately carved doors at the entrance.
“I’ve never brought a date to one of these events before,” she felt compelled to confess.
“And you’re worried that all your aunts, uncles and cousins will make a big deal out of the fact that you’ve brought one this time?”
She nodded.
“So why did you ask me to come?”
Because he sounded more curious than concerned, she answered honestly, “Because Paige dared me.”
His smile was wry. “That hissing sound you hear is my ego deflating.”
Her lips curved, just a little, as she shrugged. “I never expected that you would say yes.”
“Are you sorry that I did?”
“No, but you might regret it.”
He squared his shoulders. “You don’t think I can handle your crazy uncle Wally?”
“As a matter of fact, I do have an uncle Wally,” she told him. “But he lives in Canada. It’s my great-aunt Vivian you need to watch out for.”
“I appreciate the warning,” Gage said, and squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Now let’s join the party.”
They were on their way to do just that after checking their coats when a cool voice said, “Excuse me, but the upstairs banquet room is closed for a private event.”
Maybe she should have been flattered rather than annoyed that she hadn’t been recognized, but annoyance won out, as it too often did when it came to dealing with members of Megan’s family. “I know. It’s my sister’s engagement party.”
The older woman’s eyes popped wide-open and her mouth snapped shut. “Meg?”
“Yes, it’s me, Aunt Viv.” She dutifully kissed her aunt’s dry, papery cheek.
“But where are your glasses?” Her gaze skimmed over her niece with obvious disapproval. “And your clothes?” Then shifted to Gage. “And who is this?”
And so it begins, Megan thought, but managed to hold back her sigh.
“This is Gage Richmond,” she said. Then, to Gage, “My great-aunt, Vivian Roarke.”
“Richmond,” she said, and narrowed her gaze. “As in Pharmaceuticals?”
Before Gage could respond, Lillian glided down the stairs in a cloud of flowing silk and sweet perfume.
“There you are, Megan.” Lillian smiled at her daughter. “Your sister was just wondering what was keeping you.”
Megan couldn’t remember ever having been so grateful for her mother’s interruption, despite the subtle censure in her statement.
Then her mother looked at Gage and smiled. “Although I think I’ve found the answer to that question.”
It wasn’t quite so easy to hold back her sigh this time. “Mom, this is Gage Richmond. Gage, my mother, Lillian.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” Gage said.
“The pleasure is mine,” Lillian said. “And I’m so grateful you’re here with Megan this evening.”
It was an effort to keep the smile on her face, to pretend her mother’s comment hadn’t been a slap in the face.
Of course Lillian was grateful for Gage’s presence—it allowed her to pretend, at least for one night, that her daughter wasn’t a complete social misfit, who never had a date for family events.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Megan said, to no one in particular, “I’m going to find Ashley.”
Gage