Exclusive snippet of Alice Clayton’s “Rusty Nailed”

Greeting some of the other bridesmaids and mingling with Jillian’s family, I made my way inside the church to where she and Benjamin were chatting with the minister. Damn, that man was stunning.

Dark suit, tanned skin, that little bit of salt starting to edge out the pepper at his temples, and those eyes that were full of fun. This was the guy you wanted your guy to become one day. He winked as he greeted me, knowing full well that when he went full charm we all turned to mush.

“Hi, Benjamin,” I said, already on my way to Mushtown.

“Caroline, you’re looking lovely tonight.” He tucked me into his side with a grin, and I could feel the blood rise to my cheeks. Now I was a blushing mush. “So where is that idiot best man of mine?”

“Here! Idiot is here!” I heard, and in rushed Simon. Hair still damp from the shower, clad in his own dark suit and tie, he hur- ried to my side. “Hey, old man, let go of my girl.”

Shaking Benjamin’s hand, he dropped a kiss on Jillian’s cheek, then turned to me, taking me in. He reached out, hands spanning my waist, and pulled me into him. His gaze met mine, my hands resting on his chest. His face was sun kissed from the days spent on the ocean, with the tiniest of freckles here and there. Fucking gorgeous man. And the best part? The way he looked at me. Like I was the prettiest girl in the room.

“Hey, babe.”

The man was a poet.

“Hey.”

I was too.

He leaned down, eyes staying with mine until a second after

his lips touched mine. His kiss was soft, feather light. His mouth brushed against mine once, then twice, then by the third time, more than his lips got involved. His tongue darted out to gently nudge at the seam of my lips, and when they parted for him, it flicked out to taste me.

Were we in a church? I was clueless, because in that moment all I felt, all I knew was Simon. His hands restless on my waist, the planes of his strong body anywhere it was pressed against mine, the scent of his shampoo and the ever-loving Downy filling my nostrils, and his mouth bearing down on mine.

I heard coughing, and as he broke our kiss to rest his forehead against mine, I saw Jillian arching her eyebrow at us.

“Simon,” I whispered, within our bubble.

“Yes?”

“I missed you too,” I said, giving him one more quick kiss. Grinning, he spun me so I was next to him, and we turned

back to Jillian and Benjamin. And the small crowd that was watching us.

“What? I missed my girl.” He tucked me further into his side and I smiled up at him. “Now, what are we rehearsing?” he asked.