Catch My Breath (5 page)

“How long have you known each other?”

“His agency does the marketing campaigns for my grandfather’s company. I know a few people who work there and ended up bumping into him at an event last year.”

He moved toward me in calculated, controlled strides. That intense, undeniable pull ignited again.

“I had a lovely time with you today.” He leaned so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck. Gasping, my eyelids fluttered closed. He was beyond dangerous. He was downright lethal. “Are you always so easily led back to a hotel with a stranger?”

“Do you always invite yourself into a strange woman’s hotel room?”

“Cheeky.”

“I have a feeling people need to be on their toes when they’re around you,” I grinned.

“Some might say that. But you’re not the type to ever let your guard down, are you?”

My smile faltered a bit. Those luminous eyes of his were very observant. Too observant for my liking. He laced his fingers through mine.

“I made the mistake of letting my guard down too much once. I’ve been paying for it ever since.” I swallowed back an acrid lump.

“Don’t let the ghosts of your past haunt your future,” he whispered. The look in his eyes betrayed the little pearl of wisdom he just dispensed. It was almost as though he said it more to convince himself than me.

“Your eyes are like butterscotch.”

“What?”

“The color,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Oh. Yeah. Amber, or something like that. I always thought they were just, you know, regular brown.”

“There is nothing regular about them. Or you.” He lightly fingered my hair, tucking a strand behind my ear.

“Does this charm thing that you’ve got going for you work often?”

“Charm thing?” The corners of his mouth curled up. “I’ve had some success with it.”

“Have you?”

“It’s working right now.”

Someone is extremely confident
. This spell he’d cast was messing with me.

“You’re quite lovely, Lia. Pity you’re leaving soon. I’d like to take you—” he paused, tracing his thumb over my lower lip. I shuddered. “—out. Again.”

“You would?” I asked hoarsely.

Nodding, he stroked the curve of my cheek. “Are you coming back to Glasgow after the wedding?”

“Yeah…yes. Saturday.”

Backing away from him, I bumped into the arm of the couch. I almost toppled over it, but managed to steady myself. Being in his presence made me so damn skittish, it was frustrating.

“I’m supposed to make an appearance at a cocktail party for my grandfather’s company.”

Oh good, he’s busy.

“You should come. Or we could go out to dinner.” Like an apparition, he was in front of me, stroking his fingers along my arm. “What do you say? Fancy spending the night with me?”

The unspoken promise behind that question nearly shattered me on the spot. This was supposed to be an easy trip across the pond. Go to the wedding, hang out with the family and go home. Not fend off an amazingly sexy, impossible-to-resist guy.

“Stop overthinking,” he ordered.

Stormy, dark eyes carved a path through my skull. I wilted beneath the strength of his stare. A shaky breath escaped my lips as he traced his finger along my jaw and down my neck. He drew me into his hypnotic orbit with such ease. I was powerless to resist.

“This is inevitable, Amelia. Don’t deny it.”

Inevitable? Each stroke of his fingers left a fiery trail in its wake. The smooth, soft skin of his cheek brushed against mine.

“Come with me.”

Oh Jesus, those three words
. I jolted out of his seductive haze like I was on fire, trying to avoid his eyes. His expression was one of pure lust.

“No,” I whispered.

His mouth fell open slightly in surprise. “No?”

“No,” I repeated, louder. “Do you not hear that word very often?”

Impassivity dominated his features. He studied me as though I was the most confusing creature on the planet. We stood so close to one another I was overcome by his intoxicating scent.

“Why not?”

“Because,” I sighed. “I’m not interested.”

“In what, Lia? Food or drinks?”

“You know what I mean.”

He looked right through me, down into my soul. I didn’t know how it happened, but he pierced through my wall. There was something else behind his intense stare that made me flush. I tried to hold his penetrating gaze but dropped my eyes to his mouth. Not smart. It was very distracting.

“Tell me what you want,” he coaxed.

“I…”

The damp warmth of his lips on my neck ignited my blood. He teased along my throat, methodically kissing it. This sensual assault wreaked havoc on me, making my insides liquefy. Unable to hold off my own yearning any longer, I moaned. Alastair stopped nibbling on my neck and focused his lusty stare.

“Next Saturday?“ I asked as a hazy, sexually charged cloud fogged my brain.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

I still wasn’t thinking straight.

“Brilliant.” He smiled. “Until we meet again.”

CHAPTER FOUR

“You know, I found out some interesting things about Alastair while you were busy on your mysterious date,” Stephanie glanced at me. We were sitting on the train heading down to Gretna Green. The Scottish countryside flew by in a blur of green and brown. I’d been quiet most of the trip, lost in my thoughts. Damn her for piquing my curiosity.

“And?”

She grinned. “He’s thirty-one, single and filthy rich. His grandfather is Samuel Holden, owner and CEO of Holden World Media. It’s a huge, billion-dollar corporation; TV, broadband, cell phones and music. Alastair is the chief financial officer and heir to the whole thing. You certainly have a way of attracting the high rollers.”

I cringed, feeling nauseous.
Why does the universe have such a twisted sense of humor?
Guys like that are trouble. They’re controlling, jealous and possessive
. I just had an explosive break-up with one of them a couple of months ago. I refused to put myself through that again. But Alastair was…different? I wanted him to be.

“Sounds familiar,” I sighed.

“Oh my gosh. Alastair is nothing like Nathan. He has manners. I’m willing to bet he’d treat you like a princess.”

“It started like this with Nathan, too. Remember? He was all charming and fun, then wham! I couldn’t even make eye contact with another guy if he was in the same room.” I swallowed hard. “He broke me. I didn’t see it coming, but it happened. When I realized it, I was in too deep and…”

I stared at the floor, annoyed. Even now, he still had control over me. Bastard.

“Give Alastair the benefit of the doubt,” Stephanie said softly.

“We’ll see what happens next weekend at the cocktail party. Why is it you two were discussing him?” Stephanie and Darren engaged in more gossip-based conversations than anyone else on the planet. It was an obsession with them.

“Because you won’t. And because Darren knows him. He also overhears stuff from the girls in the office. They’re all enamored with him. Remember that blonde from the benefit? Sarah? Apparently, she’s been trying to get in Alastair’s pants for years.”

Jealousy cut through me like a hot blade. I had zero right to feel this way. He wasn’t mine or anything but the thought of him even flirting with another woman made my skin crawl. I slumped into my seat, looking out the window. I still had to reconcile what happened yesterday. Now that I was away from his magnetic sphere, I could think rationally.
I shouldn’t have succumbed so readily to his seductive charms.

I stared out as green field after green field sped by alongside the train. I needed to quiet my mind and stop obsessing over this. My sister was getting married in a few days. That’s where my focus ought to be.

When we finally arrived in Gretna Green, we were greeted by a very excited bride-to-be. Seeing my little sister was always a treat. I missed her terribly.

“Did you guys have fun exploring Glasgow this weekend?” Dayna asked as we piled into the cab.

“Your sister did,” Stephanie volunteered. I glared at her.

Dayna fixed a curious stare on me. “What does she mean, Lia?”

“Nothing,” I said firmly. My sister’s eyes widened, but she didn’t press the issue.

“By the way, mom is on the rampage. She’s not real big on the wedding planner they have on staff at the castle. When I left to meet you guys, they were arguing over how the napkins should be folded.”

I burst out laughing. “If I ever get married, I’m eloping.”

“You will not.” She playfully chided me. “Any imperfections that mom notices at my wedding will get totally micromanaged for yours.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I snorted. The cab came to a rolling stop in front of Auchen Castle. Despite the gloomy gray skies, it was like entering a fairytale. When we walked in to the main foyer, I immediately saw our mother talking with the wedding planner.

“My girls,” Lillian Meyers exclaimed, hugging both of us. “Excuse me for a second.” She strutted back to a short, stout woman holding cloth napkins.

“Celeste, we can’t have these folded like that. People won’t be able to see the silverware.”

Dayna and I exchanged amused glances. Our mother was in her element. She loved planning a huge event. Spouting off orders to people was her other great love.

“Ah, the yin and the yang are here.” Our dad hugged us and grinned. He’d nicknamed us that when we were kids.

“Dad, are you going to call us that forever?” Dayna scrunched up her nose.

“Yes, blondie, I am.” He ruffled her hair, eliciting a squeal of displeasure from my sister.

“Joe, stop teasing her,” my mother scolded.

Living in Florida kept me away from my family for most of the year. Dayna only saw us at Christmas, so it was rare that the entire Meyers clan was in one place at the same time. Being scattered around the world seemed to work for us though.

* * *

The days and hours flew by as the wedding grew closer and closer. Guests arrived on Wednesday, and by Thursday there was a palpable excitement in the air. I was arranging the seating cards in alphabetical order, lost in thought.

“How’s work going Lia? Is it too stressful?”

I looked up from the letter Ks and smiled at my mom.

“It’s good. Television people are television people.”

“Too bad we can’t see the program at home. It’s no fun bragging about your big shot producer daughter with nothing to show for it.”

I could practically taste the sourness in her voice. She loved to brag about me and Dayna to her circle of friends. The ladies she chose to spend her time with all had doctors, lawyers and business magnates as offspring. We were the lone creative types. With Dayna writing for a food magazine in London, my mother never failed to remind me how much easier it was to show the women back home her articles, than explain my broadcasts.

“It’s regular, local news. No more intriguing than what you watch in Darien. Google the station. We stream the news live every night.”

Her aquamarine eyes narrowed at the mention of watching something online. She looked just like an older version of my sister when she did that.

“I know you don’t like watching TV online, but it’s all the rage. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll put something together and send it to you guys. I’m sure Dad would like to see it too.”

“Your father would love it,” she beamed. “How have you been doing since breaking up with Nathan?”

It only took her four days to ask
, I thought, trying to smooth out my annoyance at the mere mention of his name. “Fine.”

“Lia, you’re trembling,” she said softly. “It’s okay to still be upset.”

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails left little half moons in my palms. Anger boiled through my veins.

“I’m not upset,” I glowered, snatching another name card. “He’s not someone I want to talk about at the wedding, if you don’t mind.”

Thankfully, my dad chose that exact moment to interrupt our conversation. “Hey, kiddo,” he smiled at me. “Mind if I steal your mom for a bit?”

Salvation. He always knew when to diffuse a tense situation between me and my mother. He draped an arm around her shoulder and led her toward the hall. I finished with the cards and spent the rest of the night curled up in my castle hotel room.

* * *

A frigid wind swept through the courtyard on Friday afternoon. It rustled the trees and sent leaves swirling. We crowded close together by a fountain, dresses fluttering about and well-sprayed hair-dos fighting against the breeze. Dayna's sparkling cathedral veil slapped me in the face just as the photographer snapped a picture.

"Stay still ladies. Don't move….and smile," he directed.

I huddled in close to my sister, trying valiantly to keep a happy, relaxed smile plastered on my frozen face. Why she had to pick Scotland in April to get married mystified me. Castle staff members brought out a few platters of food for us to snack on, but it was difficult shoving bacon wrapped scallops in one's mouth while attempting a pretty smile at the same time.

The photographer dismissed the bridesmaids and groomsmen, but kept Dayna and her new husband, Andrew, for some couples shots. I trotted over to a plate lined with delicate rolls of raspberry and brie wrapped in filo pastry.

"Aren't those tasty?" my mother asked as she popped one in her mouth as well.

I managed a semi-enthusiastic nod while reaching for another roll.

"Your father and I can't wait to sit down and enjoy dinner. I had no idea being mother-of-the-bride was so exhausting!"

I grinned and watched the photographer finish up with the newlyweds. Dayna looked stunning in her ivory gown and Andrew was handsome in his tuxedo. Dayna squealed in delight, or shock, as Andrew scooped her off her feet. Her veil caught the breeze that was still blowing through the courtyard and soared over their heads, the crystals sparkling in the sunlight.

"Let's get this party started," Andrew Riley bellowed, carrying the new Mrs. Riley toward the reception hall.

Soft light glittered through the crystal chandeliers in the castle's main reception hall. The space was warm and inviting, with half a dozen decorated tables spread throughout. Dayna and Andrew had purposely kept the wedding numbers low, based on the distance guests would have to travel. Only immediate family and a handful of their closest friends were there, making the affair cozy and intimate.