Don’t call. Don’t text. Tweet me…
Married to her work, event planner Avery Kurtz runs her life and her business on a private message feed. She has no time to waste on emails or a love life, and Valentine’s Day means just more parties to plan.
But when Tanner Voss, best man in Avery’s best friend’s wedding, is assigned to help finalize plans, her world is turned heart-side up. The hotshot attorney might be a player—he’s hit on her before and she avoided that mistake—but he’s also surprisingly cooperative, focused on making the perfect choices for their friends, and even on board with her messaging preference. Between the erotic dreams about the sexy litigator and her body urging her to forget caution, Avery is wondering if she was wrong about Tanner and wants him to do more than “tweet me.”
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“You did extremely well in there,” she said when they were outside again. “You surprise me.”
“I can be accommodating when the need arises,” he told her.
“It was more than that. You actually seemed interested in what we were doing.”
“And that surprised you?” He blew out a breath. “Listen, I might not do this on a daily basis, but Janice and Will are as important to me as they are to you. I’ve listened to enough talk about stuff like this that some of it stuck to me, and I want to do a really good job for our friends.”
He hoped that satisfied her.
“Then you’ll get a chance to do a good job at the dinner tasting. That’s very important.”
“I definitely want the dinner to taste good,” he answered in a solemn voice.
She frowned. “Are you putting me on?”
“Never. I’m all ready. Lead the way.”
At The Promenade, they gave their cars to valet parking and made their way into the hotel lobby.
“I need a couple of minutes,” Avery told him. “I have some tweets to reply to.”
“Sure. No problem.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’ll just hang out and look like I’m attentively waiting for my wife.”
“Your wife? Are you kidding me?”
He laughed. “You’d be surprised how many women would love to audition for that role. If it was open, that is.”
“Really?” She stared at hm. “Audition? Do you have an application form, too?”
“Could be.” He winked. He definitely liked pushing her buttons. “Go do your tweets so we can get onto the food tasting.”
“Are you really getting into this, or are you putting on a big show for me?” she asked. “Or worse yet, mocking me.”
He walked over to where she stood, stopping barely two inches from her. “There are a lot of things I’d like to do to you, Avery Kurtz, but I promise you, mocking isn’t one of them.