A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [117]
PRIS HAD NEVER FELT so sexually frustrated in her life. And here she was in the same limo with the man who knew exactly how to please her. Her own fault. She’d wanted to show Josh Gregory what he was missing. He’d rejected the idea of marriage to her, and she was petty enough to crave a little revenge.
She tried to think about the lovely ceremony ahead of her and the house she and Brad were closing on in a month. True, they wouldn’t have much of a honeymoon. She had to admit being disappointed that Brad had decided to buy her a life policy on himself instead of taking her to the Bahamas.
But that was small change compared to Brad’s decision that they shouldn’t have sex until the wedding night. Thanks to an ex-girlfriend of Brad’s who’d called this morning, Pris now questioned that decision. The ex-girlfriend could be a jealous spoiler, or she could be telling the truth. Before Pris said I do to Bradley Davidson this afternoon, she was going to find out.
CHAPTER TWO
JOSH PULLED UP in front of one of the prettiest little churches in Connecticut. Stained-glass windows were set like jewels against the freshly painted white clapboard, and the bell tower and gray shingles made it look like something out of a New England travel brochure.
He’d driven other bridal parties here, and he’d always thought that when he’d built his business and was ready to get married, this would be the place. As of today, he was crossing it off his list. No way would he get married in the same church where Pris had married Brad-baby.
Parking out front so the bride and groom could run down the sidewalk and into the limo after the ceremony, he climbed out quickly and went around the car to open the door for the women, including the bride. He’d helped Pris into the limo without getting sweaty palms, so he’d somehow manage to help her out again.
The bridesmaids came first. Under different circumstances, Josh would have made sure he remembered their names. At least two of them were single and extremely date-worthy. He should really hit on them a little, to get back at Pris for hiring him. But his heart wasn’t in it.
Then Pris started out of the limo, helped by her maid of honor, who fussed with the skirt, the veil and the train. Josh hadn’t said much to Pris when he’d handed her into the limo. He figured that common decency required him to say something now.
He offered his hand so that she could use him to steady herself as she tried to maneuver all that white satin.
She grasped his hand and glanced into his eyes. “Thank you. I, um, apologize for…for—”
“It’s okay.” He gave her cold hand a squeeze and knew she was nervous. As he looked into her gray eyes, he felt a familiar tug on his heart. “This gives me a chance to wish you the best.”
PRIS FELT about two inches high. She heartily regretted the impulse that had made her hire Red Carpet Limousine and specifically request Josh as her driver. She’d behaved like a spoiled brat, and now he was making her feel even worse by wishing her the best.
“Th-thank you,” she said, stumbling over her words of gratitude. “That means a lot to me.”
“I hope your fiancé knows what he’s getting,” Josh murmured so that only she could hear.
Pris knew he was talking about sex. “He does,” she said, although it wasn’t exactly true. Unfortunately, Pris didn’t know what she was getting, either. That wouldn’t have been the case with Josh, who hadn’t been afraid to show her he was a fantastic lover. But Josh hadn’t wanted to put a ring on her finger, and she would be thirty-one her next birthday, which was way past her timetable.
She wished Josh didn’t look so good standing there by the limo. She’d always been a sucker for a guy in uniform, and Josh filled out the shoulders of his gray jacket to perfection. His dark hair peeked