Kathleen was dressed in a prim white lawn blouse with a charcoal-gray vest fitted tightly to her ample curves, and a gray, flaring skirt. Her straw hat sported a black ribbon that made Graham's fingers itch to pull it off."The only thing that could be improved upon concerning your appearance would be if your thick auburn waves were free,” he whispered into her ear as the preacher took his place before them.She turned her glowing, cornflower-blue eyes on him, driving all thoughts that he was making a grave error from his mind. He chafed her fingers and edged closer to her. Then, with a rumble of satisfaction, he spun his arm around her waist and anchored her against his side.To hell with propriety, he thought. They were alone, and the preacher wasn't going to take offense at this familiar touch. He was being paid triple for his efforts.Kathleen tilted her face up to his, and Graham nearly lost all control then and there. Her lips were entirely too plush for her own good. While ideas worked in his head about how to use that pretty little mouth, the preacher began the ceremony.Flashes of Graham's first wedding rose up.
