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  “There you go,” he said, patting her back. “Now drink your wine. I’m going to get you drunk and then have my way with you under the table at the rehearsal dinner.”

  “Oh, if only,” Min said and sipped her wine.

  Half a glass of wine and several kisses later, Min was feeling much better, and Janet came back with a hanger full of something dark purple and slinky.

  “You’re kidding me,” Min said. “This is for me, remember?”

  “No, this one’s for me,” Cal said, looking at it on the hanger. “I’m taking you to this thing and I’m not going to look at a butt-ugly dress all night.”

  “Leave,” Min said. “I’m not undressing in front of you.” Yet. She thought of Nanette grabbing her arm and squeezing. Maybe never.

  “Well, a guy can hope,” Cal said, and took his wine out the door with him.

  When he was gone, Janet said, “That’s your boyfriend?”

  “Yes,” Min said, surprised to realize he was.

  “My God, he’s beautiful,” Janet said.

  “He’s nice, too,” Min said. “But about this dress—”

  “No, it’ll be good,” Janet said, shaking the dress out as she held it up. “Your boyfriend likes it. Does he know anything about women’s clothes?”

  “I think he’s removed a lot of them,” Min said, stripping off the penguin dress.

  “He could remove mine,” Janet said and then froze. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

  “Not a problem,” Min said, handing her the penguin dress. “I’m used to it. How does this one go on?”

  “You pull it over your head,” Janet said, giving her the purple dress. “It’s a draped surplice top.”

  “I don’t know.” Min held the dress up.

  “Try it on,” Janet said. “He likes it.”

  “And he brought me wine,” Min said. “Where’s my glass?” She tossed back the rest of her glass and then, with a sigh, pulled the dress over her head and looked in the mirror.

  There were many things right with the dress. The surplice neck made her look thinner and the way it draped over her breasts was downright sexy as long as she didn’t slump. And the drape made her hips look voluptuous instead of buslike. But still, this was the kind of dress that thin women wore, this was—

  “The handkerchief hem is genius,” Janet said. “He’s right, you do have good legs. They’re just . . . curvy.”

  “Thank you,” Min said. “The rest of me is curvy, too.”

  “You look really sexy in this,” Janet said. “I’ll go get him so he can see.”

  “I’ll have some more wine,” Min said, but the dresser was already gone, Cal-hunting. Min poured a second glass and sipped it while she stared into the mirror. The dress was a vast improvement over the penguin dress. Plus her mother would be annoyed, which served her right. Even better, she wouldn’t be able to say anything because Min could tell her that Cal liked it. “So, okay,” Min said, toasting her reflection, and knocked back the entire glass. The warmth of the wine spread through her, melding nicely with the warmth from Cal’s kisses, and she sighed.

  She was bending over the table to get a third glass of wine when Cal came back.

  “I hear you look—” he began and stopped.

  “What?” Min said, looking up from the wine.

  “Uh,” he said and she followed his eyes to her cleavage, most of which was displayed because the surplice was gaping. “You look good,” Cal said with enough tension in his voice to make it an understatement.

  “It’s not a fat dress,” Min said, turning back to the mirror. “It doesn’t hide anything.”

  “Haven’t we talked about this?” Cal said, coming to stand behind her.

  “Yes, but my mother has talked since then,” Min said. “Also, there’s this mirror which tells me I don’t have much of a waistline.”

  “You have a waistline.” Cal put his hands on her hips. “It’s right here.” He slid his hands across her stomach and she shivered, watching him touch her in the mirror. With Cal’s hands on her, she looked different, good, and when he pulled her back against his chest, she relaxed into him and let her head fall back on his shoulder. “Very sexy dress,” he whispered into her ear, and then kissed her neck. She drew in her breath and he whispered, “Very sexy woman,” and moved his hand up to her neckline, drawing his finger down the edge of the silky fabric, making her shudder as the heat spread and she began to feel liquid everywhere.

  “I have to stop drinking wine when I’m with you,” she whispered to him in the mirror. “I start believing all this garbage you tell me.”

  He grinned at her, his reflection warming her as much as his body against her back.

  She bit her lip. “It feels so good to be alone with you. And I can’t because we have to go to this rehearsal dinner, we have to make this rehearsal dinner, and then tomorrow I’ve got to go to this wedding in a ridiculous dress and I’m feeling fat again.”

  “That’s because you’re not paying attention,” Cal said in her ear. “Look at yourself.”

  “I am,” she said, and he said, “Not the way I look at you.” His hand moved up her side and he whispered, “Look at the beautiful curve of you, how full you are,” and as his voice in her ear made her dizzy, his hand moved up around her breast.

  She turned her head and said, “Hey!” and brought her hand up to move his, and he stopped her breath with his mouth, kissing her hard, catching her hand to press her open palm against the warm heaviness of her breast, and she thought, That feels so good, and let the heat wash over her.

  “Look how beautiful you are,” he whispered in her ear as he laced his fingers in her other hand. “There’s not a man alive who could see you like this and not want to touch you.” He rolled her other hand so her palm was against her stomach and slid it up to her breast. “You’re a fantasy, Min. You’re my fantasy.”

  He pressed both her palms against her breasts and she felt the fullness there and shuddered under his hands and believed him. She turned in his arms and kissed him with everything she had, pressing herself against him with no other thought than to get close, loving how hard his body felt against hers, the way her body yielded to him, the heat of his hands on her as they slid down and pulled her to him. She arched her hips against him, bit his lip and licked his mouth, felt him shaking as she whispered, “I want you,” and heard his breath shudder as he kissed her on the neck and then softly bit the place he’d kissed.

  “Whoops,” Janet said from behind them, and Min pulled back, dizzy and breathless.

  “We’ll take the dress,” Cal said, without looking around, his voice husky.

  “This is a very dangerous dress,” Min said, trying to catch her breath.

  “That’s why we’re taking it,” Cal said, and kissed her again before he let her go.

  When they got to the bed and breakfast, Diana had left the back door unlocked as promised. “It’s a decent kitchen,” Cal said when they’d unloaded the car. “We can work here.”

  “It’s a great kitchen,” Min said with envy. She turned to Cal and said, “I think—” and he kissed her while she smiled against his mouth and moved closer to him. “What was that for?”

  “Because I can,” Cal said and pulled her closer. Her cell phone rang, and he leaned back. “What did Greg forget now?”

  Min clicked her phone on. “Hi.”

  “Where are you? We’re at the B and B. Mom’s fussing over my dress,” Diana said, all in frantic whisper. “She wants to know where you are.”

  “We’re downstairs getting ready to cook,” Min said, as Cal kissed her on the neck. She stifled a giggle and said, “Stall her.”

  “She’s going to be mad at you,” Di said.

  “And this is news,” Min said. “She’d have been mad when she saw my dress anyway. Cal picked it out. I look like a ho.” She felt Cal laugh against her hair.

  “Really?” Di said. “What color is it?”

  “Di—”

  “I’ll st