She froze in the foyer upon seeing a gorgeous redhead saunter in. The peacock-blue dress did amazing things for her figure, and she somehow managed to have a tan despite what should have been a fair complexion. No doubt, she was stunning.
Lanie couldn’t help a small comparison. She wore a bikini camisole and boy shorts that did nothing for her curves. Compared to the other woman, she didn’t even have curves.
“Hello.” The other woman gave her a bright smile. “You must be little Josh’s fiancée.”
“Er…” She shifted her weight. “Who told you that?”
“Jason mentioned it.” Her voice sounded husky when she said his name. “I’m Marla.”
Reluctantly, Lanie walked forward when the other woman extended her hand to shake. “I’m Lanie.” Up close, the woman was just as stunning. Even the fine lines arou
