Page 19 of Theirs to Treasure

The woman is nowhere close, but Forrest is still right there.

“Anything I can do to help?” His voice is smooth and inviting.

Embarrassed that I’m turning liquid inside, I confess. “I’m having a hard time getting out of my wedding dress.”

“I’m happy to help.”

“Thanks, but no,” I refuse instantly, glancing around.

Unfortunately the clerk is helping someone else.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” He shrugs. “Or waiting.”

Neither option appeals.

“Turn around.” He makes a swirling motion with his index finger.

I hate that my first instinct is to obey, not just because of his implacable tone, but because I want his hands on my body.

“Turn around, Anna,” he repeats, his voice lower, more commanding.

He grips my shoulders and gently backs me into the dressing room so we have some privacy.

After he releases me, I set my teeth and do as he says.

Confounding man takes his time.

At this point, I don’t care if he rips off the buttons, destroying the dress that I hate and would happily burn. But he is meticulous.

Is this indicative of his personality or is he prolonging my agony?

When the last button is open, his touch lingers at the base of my spine, searing me, igniting a flame deep inside—one that’s been flickering since our gazes met and is now threatening to burst to life.

Finally he steps back.

Thanking him without meeting his gaze, I slam the door closed.

After stepping out of my gown and kicking it aside, I wiggle into the black dress then study myself critically in the mirror.

Though it’s slightly tight in the hips, it does fit, and it flatters my figure. I haven’t said that about many clothes.

“Do you have it on, dear?” the clerk cheerily calls out.

Without waiting for me to reply, she opens the door.

The boys are standing next to her.

What do I have to do to get some privacy around here?

Forrest’s eyes smolder with approval while Zev offers a sexy wolf whistle. “Everything I imagined,” he says.

He was right, but I don’t say so.

I reach for the price tag and blink at the sight of a comma in it.

“Worth every penny,” Zev assures her.

I’m not sure about that.