The Cowgirl's Chosen Love - Vivian Arend Page 0,23
calmly, he slid in behind her, reading over her shoulder.
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“How come we brought home Karen and Finn’s wedding mementos?” Zach asked in confusion. The name of the wedding chapel seemed wrong, but at that moment, who knew?
Julia let out a stuttering breath. She firmly closed the brochure and turned to face him. “Because it’s not Karen and Finn’s. Not according to this.”
She violently shook the file from side to side.
He still had to be intoxicated because two and two were currently adding up to something way different than four. “How come that’s got our names on it?”
She pressed the file against his chest, shoving past him and heading to her phone. He twisted and followed hard on her heels, glancing into the file folder again for further clues.
Behind the page with the access code was a picture.
“Oh, shit,” he echoed her sentiment.
It wasn’t a bad picture as far as that went. Actually, it was kind of cute, but it didn’t look as if they were hanging out at a high-class bar doing shooters. He had his arm around her, huge smiles on their faces. Julia wore a sparkly tiara with a massive wad of white fluffy stuff sticking out the back. He supposed that was the equivalent of a wedding veil.
For his concession to formalwear, a lopsided bowtie had been placed around his neck. It looked extra ridiculous considering he wore a plain black T-shirt with the word GROOM across the chest.
It matched her white one that said RIDE.
RIDE? The hell?
“What’s that access code again?” Julia demanded before cursing softly. “My phone is charging at the speed of a drunken gnat.”
He passed her the piece of paper without taking his eyes off the picture. “It seems we had a hell of a good time.”
“I’m still hoping this is some sort of elaborate hoax Lisa concocted,” Julia confessed. “Here. I got it lined up.”
They huddled together on the bed in order to keep the charging cable plugged in. Julia held out the phone, and Zach placed his hand under hers to tilt the screen so he could see the images beginning to roll.
A bright-red loveseat held centre stage, small end tables on either side filled with massive bouquets of white roses.
“This way, mademoiselle, monsieur.” The man’s far too cheesy and very fake French accent sounded against the delicate background of piano music.
The next moment, it was them, Julia and Zach, sliding into view.
Video Zach sat, and the couch made a distinctly rude noise.
Julia snickered, seating herself beside him and crossing her ankles demurely. “Excuse you.”
He scooped her up—him, Zach on the screen—ignoring Julia’s giggles as he settled her in his lap. “Be nice,” he warned.
“I’m always nice.” The sexual innuendo in the words was strong, especially when combined with the sultry glance she tossed him.
Beside him on the mattress, real-time Julia shuddered. “Dear God, I do not do sex kitten very well.”
Zach wasn’t about to argue because he liked his anatomy where it was currently located. She didn’t need to know how instantly he’d just reacted to her tone. “I hope this isn’t a sex tape.”
Julia stabbed at the phone screen, hitting the pause button. She twisted toward him, one fist landing on her hip as her jaw dropped. “You did not just say that.”
Holy hell, the places his mind leapt to. “Why? Because you hope it is?”
“Of course not!” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Be quiet.”
A snicker escaped before he could control himself. “Yes, ma’am.”
Ignoring him, she put the phone back into position and hit play.
That voice echoing in the background began again. “Before we get to the official ceremony, we like to start with something we call the True Love Test. I’m going to ask you questions, and you get a chance to show how much you truly know about your dear soon-to-be-wedded partner.”
“This part should be good,” Zach muttered.
On the screen, Julia laid her head against Zach’s shoulder, one hand patting him on the chest. “Smoochy Bear and I are ready.”
The groan from here-and-now Julia was loud and sincere.
“What is Zach’s favourite food?”
Julia answered instantly. “Ice cream!”
“And Julia’s?”
“Meatballs and sausage.” Online Zach said it with a straight face, staring at the camera as if his life depended