Carried Away. Donna Kauffman

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      “She’s up at her parent’s lake house. She’s planning on staying the weekend and it’s probably just as well. If Eric flew in for the reception then he’s likely staying through tomorrow anyway.”

      Just then there was a light tap on a horn and they both turned in time to see a car pull into the drive behind them.

      “Oh, great. And here I thought the day couldn’t possibly get any worse.”

      “Who is that?”

      A tall, blond man climbed out from the car. Dressed in an impeccably cut suit, his hair just as impeccably trimmed. He went directly toward the house, a sense of purpose clear on his handsome face.

      Trevor was already opening his door. Christy swore and leaped out of the car first. “Eric, wait.”