Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,96

felt glorious. Her breasts looked fantastic in the dress—the heavy globes well supported by the halter neck, and her arms were beautifully toned as a result of her pregnancy-appropriate exercise routine. She patted her belly, promised her baby she’d keep her body strong, healthy.

Abe’s arm slipped around her from behind. “You’re worrying about the baby.”

“A little.” That fear lived in her always, wouldn’t totally fade until she held their baby safe in her arms. “But mostly I’m excited for tonight.” Turning around, she took in his black-on-black suit, the shirt open at the collar just enough to make him James Bond sexy. “You are so ridiculously hot,” she said, running her hands down his chest. “Stop it.”

Grinning, he dipped his head to take a slow, smoky burn of a kiss. “Sweetheart, you annihilate me in the hotness stakes.” His eyes went to her hair, her curls wild around her head. “I fucking love everything about you.”

Sarah still wasn’t sure about the wild mass on her head, but she couldn’t deny Abe this. Not today, not when he and the band were about to perform for millions around the world. “I’m so happy for you. Your performance will bring down the house.” Schoolboy Choir wasn’t up for any awards since they hadn’t released an album within the year encompassed by the awards, but they were to give one of the banner performances of the night.

“And next year,” she said, “watch out world.” Every piece she’d heard from the album they were currently putting together was phenomenal. “You’ll win everything there is to win.”

Dark eyes held her captive. “I’ve already won.”

Sarah’s defenses were so low by now that they were barely holding. Yet something held her back from the final commitment, kept her from accepting the silent offer Abe made each time he touched her, each time he kissed her.

Maybe it was just a matter of time: twenty-one weeks, give or take, wasn’t that long in the scheme of things. Five months and a bit. Not that long when you considered how long Abe had ridden a self-destructive cycle of self-abuse.

Ducking her head, she fiddled with her dress so it fell just so. “Is the limo here?”

“Yes.”

What she didn’t realize until she opened the door and they walked out was that it was a stretch limo. She gave an excited little jump. “Are we all going together?”

Noah pushed open the back door and stepped out before Abe could answer. “Looking gorgeous, Sarah.” The guitarist held out a hand.

Taking it, she let him help her inside. Molly patted the seat beside her, and Sarah slid in. Noah and Abe followed within seconds, and then the interior filled with music and chatter and offers of champagne or juice.

The men all wore black suits without ties, though Fox and David had gone for crisp white shirts rather than the black chosen by Noah and Abe. Kit’s dress was a sparkly gold sheath, while Thea wore slinky red, Molly a lush midnight blue. All ankle-length, in line with their agreement to glam it up tonight.

She took a photograph with the women, then went to send it to Lola; her closest friend had met Thea, Molly, and Kit several times by now, was beginning to build bonds of her own with them.

“Oh, that’s a great shot,” Molly said over her shoulder. “Can you copy in Charlie as well?”

Sarah smiled at the thought of the petite blonde who’d recently sent the peanut a tiny All Blacks rugby jersey. “Not a problem.”

Lola was in Houston for her dad’s birthday party, but she’d told Sarah she’d be watching the events, starting with the red-carpet coverage. Charlotte was also planning to do the same in New Zealand. Both women replied within moments.

Lola: Knock ’em dead, you goddesses.

Charlie: Eep! I’m making the popcorn now. Can’t wait to see everyone on-screen! Good luck to the guys from both of us!

“We look freaking amazing!” Kit declared right then, to loud cheers. “And I hope that asshole reporter who implied I had a nose job ends up with the worst case of itchy hay fever to ever torment a nose.”

Sarah grinned and joined in the clapping for Kit’s curse.

The ensuing moments were joyous noise, words shouted across the limo and spoken over others’ heads, but it wasn’t harsh. No, it was the sound of happiness, of a group of friends and lovers heading out for what promised to be a great night. Sarah found herself chatting alone with Thea at one stage, when the publicist