Crashing The Congressman’s Wedding (Crimson Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
When Alice woke to darkness, his arm was behind her neck, his opposite hand on her waist, and she was thoroughly confused. The ocean thrashed beyond the sliding door. Mouse snored at the foot of the bed. Justin slept on the pillow beside her. Several seconds passed before she knew she wasn’t dreaming. On a shallow breath, she lifted her gaze to Justin’s shadowy face, and tried to imagine how they got to this overly-friendly — entirely too comfortable — position. Maybe she tried to wake him again. Maybe he was the one who’d been dreaming. Don’t wake him now. If she could slip out of his arms and his bed, she could spend the rest of the night in the guest room, alone, pretending the whole world hadn’t jumped its axis the moment she stood up in church. Before she could make a move toward freedom, her stomach grumbled, echoing over other noises in the room. She held her breath and waited for Justin to stir.
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