Two Grooms and a Wedding

Isabella barely had time to glance up before a lanky teenager plowed into her like a defensive linebacker. She was swept off her feet in an instant and when slammed backwards onto the concrete, every ounce of air rushed out of her lungs.

“Hey, let go of me,” a boy squeaked somewhere near.

“I don’t think so, buddy,” came that familiar, sexy baritone.

Isabella opened her eyes, but quickly closed them again because of the light drizzle splattering against her face.

“Over there, officer,” a hysterical woman cried.

Isabella groaned as she sat up. Everything ached—muscles and bones she had long forgotten about.

“All right. We got him. Thanks for your help, sir.”

“Don’t mention it,” sexy baritone said.

“Ma’am, are you all right?”

The voice was now directly above her and it had the same effect on her as it did in the crowded bookstore.

“Ma’am?”

Isabella opened her eyes to see a giant hand extended toward her. Her gaze slowly climbed upward until she stared into a face that wiped all thoughts of her fiancé from her mind.

Chapter 4

Derrick grew increasingly concerned about the dazed woman on the wet concrete. She made no attempt to get up so he wondered whether she’d broken anything in that nasty fall. “Maybe I should get you to the hospital,” he said. “You don’t look too good.”

“Huh? What? Oh.” She blinked and shook her head. “I’m all right.”

He didn’t believe that for a second.

“Oh, God,” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with horror as she glanced around at the books scattered around her. She frantically started snatching them up.

“Here. Let me help you,” Derrick said.

“No! No. I got it.”

Too late. Derrick picked up The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Amazing Sex and Sex for Dummies. “Interesting reading,” he joked.

The woman’s sienna-hued complexion paled to a sickly brown. “Those are personal.” She snatched the books out of his hands and then tried to lumber awkwardly to her feet.

Ever the gentleman, Derrick placed a guiding hand against her elbow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Forget about it,” she mumbled and turned with her arms loaded down with books. “Taxi!”

“Wait. Aren’t these yours, too?” He bent down and retrieved her ruined hat and broken sunglasses.

“Just keep them. Taxi!”

He laughed. “Don’t be silly. Here you go.”

A yellow cab drove up to the curb, which held about two feet of water, and caused a mini tidal wave to splash up and drench the hurried woman.

Derrick’s laughter was out before he could stop it and when she slowly pivoted to meet his amused gaze, he couldn’t remember ever seeing someone look so adorable.

“Sorry. It’s not funny,” he said in an attempt to smooth things over, but he didn’t wipe the smile off his face.

Mute, the woman twirled back toward the cab. However, she now had a difficult time trying to open the back door with an armload of books.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

“That’s all right. I got it,” she lied.

Derrick ignored her blustering and opened the cab’s door and gestured for her to hop in. “After you,” he said gallantly.

She rolled her eyes at his flair of dramatics and Derrick couldn’t help but remain intrigued by the woman.

With a loud huff, she climbed into the cab.

He quickly followed suit.

“What are you doing?” she asked, scooting over to the other side behind the driver before he sat on her.

“Sharing a cab,” he said amicably. “You don’t mind, do you?”

She clinched her jaw and looked at him like she absolutely did mind.

“Great.” Derrick shut the door without waiting for her answer.

“Where to?” The cab driver asked the question as he clicked on the meter.

“Okinawa Sushi & Grill,” they answered in unison and then cut startled looks at each other.

“Well.” Derrick settled back in his seat. “Looks like something else we enjoy.”

“Something else?”

He didn’t answer, but his gaze dropped to her bundle of ruined books while she tried to stuff them back into the bag.

She sucked in a breath and jerked her gaze away.

He chuckled, amused by how easy it was to fluster the young woman. While she wasn’t looking, he took the time to assess his riding companion. Average height. Average weight. Add it all together, it somehow equaled adorable.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her.

“Will you please stop doing that?”

“Hmm?”