She rolled over, thinking it was one of the maids, then felt someone’s weight on the mattress. “You always smell so great in the morning,” Ryan murmured as he slid into the bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms, his eyes gleaming with intent, but Jess put her hands on his shoulders. “What are you doing here? I thought your mom wanted you to stay away until the wedding.” He lifted one brow. “I heard there wasn’t going to be a wedding.” Jess felt herself blush. “I know I should have talked to you first, but I was so upset...” “I know. I can understand that you talked to your mom.” He touched his lips to hers and she relaxed at his touch. “But you could have a bit of faith.” “Faith isn’t going to fix everything that’s going wrong,” she managed to say before Ryan kissed her again. When he lifted his head, she’d forgotten what she was going to say. “Naughty Jess,” he whispered, his smile wicked. “I’m just going to have to remind you how good we are together.”
