He's the One

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Author: Jane Beckenham
she'd been given a sad reprieve, wrapped in a shroud of guilt. It had stolen the chance to dream—until now.
    Now, she dreamed of something quite different.
    Sex with Cade. Hot, burning and wonderful sex.
    Taylor squeezed her eyes shut. Oh, Lord, she was a wreck.
    Morning passed in a whirl of messages, paper plans for seating arrangements for an upcoming wedding and tied up with tangled dreams. By the afternoon, unable to concentrate, Taylor found herself glancing at the phone every few minutes. Her nerves were shot, and her hands shook as she picked up her cup and sipped her mochaccino.
    "Here are the monthly accounts.” Nita placed them in front of her. “Still no call?” she questioned.
    "No.” Taylor refused to look Nita in the eye. “All afternoon I've played the will he, won't he game, just like when we were kids, picking the petals off a dandelion. He loves me, he loves me not...” her voice trailed off.
    "This isn't about love."
    "I know. It's about straight sex.” Oh, my goodness, had she said that?
    "Well, not necessarily,” Nita countered, giving Taylor a knowing wink. Taylor blushed vividly, and Nita giggled.
    "Taylor, you work too much. You need to get out, get a life."
    "I have a life.” Taylor picked up the accounts. The absolute last thing she wanted to work on right now.
    "You have work, that's all."
    "It is my life, Nita."
    "Yes, but sometimes we need a shake up."
    "I don't think I'm up to another shake up,” Taylor admitted.
    "I never thought you'd give up, Taylor."
    Her denial came automatically. “I'm not."
    "Really? So why haven't you phoned him?"
    Yeah, why?
    Because she was scared witless, got herself in too deep. Scared of how Cade made her feel—with just one kiss.
    "It's a stupid idea, he's..."
    "Everything you've ever wanted."
    "I don't want him."
    "Liar,” Nita countered, laughing. “Maybe not, but you really need him. You made a mistake with Rob."
    "Leave him out of it.” Taylor dropped the folder of accounts back onto her desk.
    "Why? It all boils down to Rob, doesn't it? You mistook liking and tenderness for love. You thought you had fallen in love with the boy next door. That's all."
    But there was more to it. Deep stuff. Emotions Taylor didn't know how to deal with. Or if she wanted to.
    Her shoulders sagged and she slumped back in her seat. “Okay, I agree, Cade is one hunky guy; he oozes charm, sex appeal and has a body to die for."
    "Are you listening to yourself? You're bonkers about the guy."
    "Am not."
    Nita rubbed her hands together with blatant glee. “Oh, Taylor Sullivan, I can read you like a book. Time to move on and test the waters again."
    Nita was right—sort of. But in truth, Taylor knew she was different from her family. They married their first loves, were hyper-achievers with mega brains. Her parents were mathematicians, her brother a scientist and her sister, a doctor—and she became a wedding planner. Talk about a square peg in a round hole.
    As the clock edged past four, Taylor found herself staring into nothing, lost in a world of “what ifs” as the peal of the phone dragged her from her reverie. Scooping up the hand-held, she punched the talk button.
    "Creative Weddings."
    "Taylor?"
    Her mouth opened. It shut. It opened again.
    "You there?"
    Suddenly hot all over, her belly did flip-flops and her breasts felt heavy with need. “Um, yes."
    "It's Cade Harper."
    Oh, yeah. She knew that.
    "I would've called earlier, but had a problem at the bar."
    Think of something, anything. “Can I help?"
    Cade chuckled, a heavy velvet sound that rumbled from deep down in his chest. She'd heard it yesterday, felt it beneath her fingertips when they'd kissed. Oh, Lord.
    "You're the problem."
    Her heartbeat stilled and the flip-flops in her belly skidded to a halt. “I see."
    "I've been trying to arrange extra staff for tonight."
    "Tonight?"
    "You still want to go out, don't you?"
    "Out?” He means a date, stupid—a D.A.T.E.
    Another of Cade's deep laughs echoed
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