you how much I’ve enjoyed your work
over the years.”
Dani, her green eyes even more spectacular close up, smiled
at Sam.
“I can say the same. Rose complained the whole time she
worked with you. I think we can all agree your butting of heads was worth
it.”
“Now if I could only get her to agree to record for
me.” Sam leaned in conspiratorially. “She has a voice that would sell
a million records. Add to it the way she looks, she would be a superstar.”
“Look at her, Sam.” Dani tipped her head toward
her friend. “She is a superstar without putting herself out in the public
eye. She would hate losing her anonymity. The attention she’s getting for Wishes is bad enough.”
“Seems like a terrible waste,” Sam said. He hated
giving up, even when he knew Dani was right.
“Nobody that happy is wasting anything.”
Sam was about to comment when he heard the name he’d been waiting
for all evening.
“Lila.”
The enthusiastic greeting came from someone in the crowd.
Sam wasn’t worried about them. His gaze zeroed in on the woman standing near
the door. Lila. She took his breath away.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
Not taking his eyes off Lila’s curvy perfection, Sam frowned
absently.
“Pardon?”
“Hey.” Dani snapped her fingers in front of Sam’s
face making him lose focus.
“What?”
“Stay away from my future sister-in-law, Sam
Laughton,” Dani warned. “Your reputation precedes you. Lila is a
sweet young woman who doesn’t need a wolf sniffing at her door.”
“I resent the comparison,” Sam said mildly. He
glanced back at Lila. Mouthwatering, every inch. “No offense, but how do
you know what Lila needs?”
“Meaning every woman could use a little of what you
have to give?” Dani scoffed.
“Not every woman.”
“God save me from the overinflated male ego.” Dani
took a deep breath then sighed. “I’m sure you would give her a nice whirl,
Sam.”
“I don’t whirl women.”
“You know what I mean. Look around.” She spread her
hands. “There are at least half a dozen unattached women here who would
jump at the chance to be your Christmas nookie.”
“Nookie? Jesus.”
“Lila doesn’t have the protective gear to withstand
your maneuvers. Pick someone else,” Dani urged. Her eyes narrowed when she
saw Jilly Underwood sauntering over. “Except her.”
Sam wasn’t interested in the angular blonde bearing down on
them, or Dani’s reasons for warning him off. Her warnings about Lila were
another matter.
“Exactly what do you think I’m going to do?”
He took Dani’s arm, skillfully putting a couple dozen people
between them and Jilly Underwood. He recognized that predatory glint in her eye
and wanted nothing to do with it.
“I’m not saying you would deliberately hurt Lila. You
need to understand. She’s lived a relatively sheltered life.”
“Sheltered as in former nun?”
“Laugh all you want, Sam,” Dani told him.
“I’m not the only one who will take exception at your interest. Her
brother knows how to kill clean and hide the body.”
Looking close, Sam realized Dani was only half kidding.
“You think your fiancé is opposed to his sister having
some fun.”
“Let’s just say Alex is protective. If you lived here,
had plans to be around, it would be different. Dallying with Lila then skipping
out the next day? Not good.”
“Dallying and nookie in the same conversation. That’s a
first.”
“I’m serious.”
“I can tell,” Sam said. That was the problem. What
Dani had to say was completely ridiculous, laughable. Unfortunately, he was the
only one laughing.
“She is over twenty-one?”
“Yes,” Dani sighed, knowing where this was going.
“Fully functioning both mentally and physically?”
“Not the point.”
“We can safely assume hymen free?”
Dani gave in. She had to smile, damn him. Too charming for
his or Lila’s good.
“She has no experience with men who are