Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,26
happiness, Sarah grinned and said, “Why not?” She pulled out the garment bag in which she’d zipped up her turquoise dress.
“Let me take that.” Molly folded the bag carefully over her arm, then took the hatbox so Sarah could grab her overnight bag and the shoebox. “I’m so glad you could come. We are going to have way too much fun. There will be giggling and cocktails and dessert.”
Sarah’d had girlfriends when she was growing up, but her home life hadn’t allowed her to spend time over at their homes or ask them to visit hers. And after she’d run… Well, she’d never actually hung out with a bunch of women and giggled. It sounded oddly appealing.
Having grabbed everything, Sarah shut the car door, then followed Molly into the house. The curvy woman with creamy skin and soft, ink-black hair that curled wildly when not tied back, led her to a large downstairs room. “This is our dressing room,” she said, hanging Sarah’s dress on a clothing stand. There were already three other dresses on there, as well as Molly’s wedding gown.
Molly brushed her fingers over the antique lace on it before putting the hatbox on a table and indicating Sarah could place the shoebox beneath it. “Come on, I’ll show you where you can leave your overnight bag.”
That proved to be another downstairs room, this one set up as a guest room. “I thought you’d like the view into the garden,” Molly said. “It’ll be private even during the wedding since the garden’s hedged off to be a secret nook.”
“It’s wonderful, Molly.” Sarah put down her things. “Thank you.”
The other woman beamed. “You want to change into your suit? We’re going to hang by the pool.”
Sarah felt a stab of that old lack of confidence, a sudden awareness of her height and size. “Can I spy on what the others are wearing first?” she asked in a whisper.
Molly winked. “Sure. Let’s go up.”
Having kicked off their shoes, they padded up the stairs toward the sound of other female voices. “We’ll be doing makeup and hair upstairs tomorrow morning,” Molly told her on the way. “It’s sunnier and we’ll have a view of the water.”
An instant later they reached the sprawling open-plan kitchen/living area.
“Sarah!” Closest to the stairs, Kit came over and kissed Sarah on the cheek.
The actress wore a two-piece in checked red and white, the bottoms little shorts and the bikini top simple but supportive with two thin straps. It gave off a slightly old-fashioned vibe that Sarah liked. Given Kit’s profession, her body was flawless, toned and without an ounce of fat.
“Hey there, my fellow CEO. You want a glass?” Thea held up a bottle of champagne, her golden skin glowing in the early-evening sunshine that flooded the area.
The leggy publicist, whom Sarah had always secretly admired for her innate sense of style, wore a sleek red one-piece over which she’d thrown a floaty garment that covered her arms and came to her thighs. The slick-straight strands of her hair were pinned carelessly in a knot at the back of her head, but somehow Thea still managed to look cool and sophisticated.
Thea had intimidated Sarah during her marriage to Abe. That was before she’d learned how ferociously the other woman protected those who were her own—and also how kind Thea could be. It was Thea who’d taken charge of ensuring Sarah’s security was up-to-date and who’d brought over her things while Sarah was staying with Molly and Fox.
“I’d kill for a latte actually,” Sarah admitted. “I know it’s weird, but I’ve been jonesing for one all afternoon and wasn’t able to get to my favorite coffee place.”
Thea turned to Kit just as Thea’s phone began to ring. “You’re faster at the machine.” She was on her phone seconds later, no doubt ensuring the media hadn’t discovered Molly and Fox’s wedding plans.
As Kit cheerfully used the gleaming coffee machine to make Sarah her latte, Sarah smiled at the last woman in the room aside from Molly—a petite blonde whose silky hair came to an inch or two below her shoulders. Seated at the breakfast counter, she was dressed in a cobalt-blue bikini top and a pair of short black board shorts. Her hazel eyes sparkled in welcome at Sarah behind the clear glass of her wire-rimmed spectacles.
“Hi, Charlie,” Sarah said. “I meant to tell you—I think I put on five pounds after sampling all those cakes.” It had been impossible to resist the deliciousness; Charlotte was one mean