The Wedding Lullaby: Chapter Nine
The days turned into weeks. Watching Laurel blossom with self-confidence as she planned the party touched something deep inside Brett. Now that the day of the event had arrived, he couldn’t wait to celebrate all she’d accomplished.
Brett stood in the doorway of her bedroom. “I have something…”
The words died on his lips. All he could do was stare.
She wore a dress shirt of his. Water from her damp hair wet the fabric. The shirt wasn’t completely buttoned, either, so he forced his gaze elsewhere.
Wrong move.
Nothing covered her long legs. Her skin appeared soft and smooth and begged to be touched.
He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. The door was open.”
“It’s okay. I just showered, and I’m getting ready for the party.” Her pink tongue darted out to mo
