"Mary Taffs - Martha's Madness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taffs Mary)

his hand inside the loose waistband of her sweatpants and squeezing her bottom.

She was aggravated enough that she could almost ignore the melting feeling inside her body. "Agree to go
to the wedding first. It's really important to me - and we don't have to stay overnight. In fact, we'll leave
the reception real early . . ."
His smile dropped away and the playful squeeze turned much less playful. "You think I don't know why
you want to go? You just want to see your precious Tony, and I'm not putting up with any of that shit.
No, I want out of here tomorrow, and that means you spend today packing, not drooling over some
damn wop."

"I'll stay up and pack tonight - " The rising hysteria in her voice wouldn't do her any good. Michael never
agreed to do anything just because she got emotional about it. Forcing herself to sound calm and logical,
she said, "Then I'll go by myself and you can get your car fixed this afternoon. As I said, I'll pack when I
get back, and we'll leave tomorrow."

He glared at her and shook his head. "I said no, Britt. You should have asked me before you accepted
the damn invitation in the first place. The Ice Queen and the Crown Prince can go to hell, for all I care."
He squeezed harder, until she felt like her buttock was clamped in a vise grip. "I'll be back soon, and
you'd damn well better be busy packing when I get here." He released his grip and walked out of the
room.

She heard the front door close, and then the faint sound of his car starting up. She sagged against the
cool glass of the window, not really watching the waves but letting their presence soothe her. He'd never
had any intention of going to the wedding! She'd told him about it last month when Carolyn called - but
now that she thought about it, she'd been surprised at his lack of reaction. He'd grumbled and made a
few sarcastic remarks, but he hadn't refused to go or even made a serious objection to it.

Suddenly she was so mad she felt like smashing something. He was so damn sure of himself - so sure that
she'd do just exactly what he said. It was her fault, too. She always gave in to him, sooner or later. More
often sooner.

Well, she wasn't going to give in this time. She'd go to the wedding, just like she'd planned - and
promised. And she wouldn't sneak out of the reception the minute it started, either. She'd stay a while
and talk to Tony. It had been years since she'd seen him, and talking on the phone just wasn't the same.

She couldn't totally break with her usual habit, though. She'd stay up packing all night when she got back.
They would still be ready to leave tomorrow. Maybe that would satisfy Michael and he wouldn't stay
angry with her for long.

Maybe not. But for once, she'd take the chance.
**
"Hello. I'm Seth Worthington."

Tony shook his hand and answered, "I'm Tony Fiore." He didn't bother adding "Carolyn's ex- husband,"
because Seth probably already knew that. "You have a lovely home."

The well-dressed man who so fit his surroundings smiled. "Thank you. We like it. The ceremony will be
in the tent right off the patio. It'll be at two o'clock and the ushers will ask everyone to go out there a few
minutes early. In the meantime, we've put a few snacks out, and please make yourself comfortable."