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  Destination Wedding

  Robyn Neeley

  Avon, Massachusetts

  This edition published by

  Crimson Romance

  an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.

  10151 Carver Road, Suite 200

  Blue Ash, Ohio 45242

  www.crimsonromance.com

  Copyright © 2013 by Robyn Neeley

  ISBN 10: 1-4405-6879-0

  ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6879-4

  eISBN 10: 1-4405-6880-4

  eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-6880-0

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art © 123RF.com

  This one’s for you, Mom and Dad! Thank you for your love and support.

  Contents

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  About the Author

  A Sneak Peek from Crimson Romance

  Also Available

  Acknowledgments

  A special thank you to my fellow Crimson Romance authors who offered their wonderful feedback while writing this book: Kathryn Brocato (Old Christmas and Sutherland’s Pride); Sylvia Fox (In the Nick of Time and Puppy Love); Mary Gorman (Love’s Little Instruction Book); Lola Karns (Winter Fairy); and Nancy Weeks (In the Shadow of Greed).

  Chapter One

  “I do. I do.” Wedding planner Kate Ashby quietly repeated her calming mantra. Paralyzed in her window seat, she stared at the illuminated fasten seatbelt sign while her hands gripped the metal buckle strap.

  Please turn off. Please turn off. They had to be close to cruising altitude. Soon, she’d be able to request a strong drink to knock her out for the duration of this bumpy flight.

  She sat still, trying to ignore the terror pulsating through her. Why hadn’t she bought sleeping pills before boarding a twelve-hour flight from New York City to Hawaii? Now, that would have been the smart thing to do.

  Glancing out the tiny passenger window, she clutched her gold “K” necklace. It was completely irrational to be terrified and she realized the odds of her and her fellow passengers landing safely in Honolulu were more than in her favor. Still, this was her first time flying such a long duration. Departing Manhattan this evening in turbulent thunderstorms had shot her nerves. She was grateful that her boss had sprung for a first class ticket for the long flight.

  A loud rattle caused her to grab hold to her armrests. “What was that?” She turned to the stranger sitting next to her. He had short blondish brown hair and was wearing a blue blazer. His face had a nice tan. She had failed to realize that her row mate was incredibly handsome. Usually the person sitting next to her was a grandparent or couldn’t speak English. Perhaps he could help her ease her nerves?

  “Um … I think it’s the drink cart. Would you like something?” He folded his Wall Street Journal.

  Sexy and smart.

  “I’ll take a tequila and tonic,” he said to the flight attendant.

  And likes his drinks strong. This could be fun.

  She ran her hand along the fabric of her hem, praising herself silently for choosing to wear her white sheath dress and matching jacket. It oozed confidence with each expensive thread. At this point in her career, she had no business wearing such a costly outfit. Although she’d be making partner soon and needed to start dressing the part, at least that’s how she rationalized the purchase. It certainly was the perfect outfit for a chance encounter with a handsome businessman.

  “Miss, what would you like?” the flight attendant asked.

  “Tomato juice, please.” She glanced out the window. “How long until we land?”

  The flight attendant cracked a smile. “Just eleven and a half short hours.”

  Kate sighed. “Then can you throw some vodka in?”

  The flight attendant handed her a small can of tomato juice and a plastic cup filled with ice cubes. Two tiny vodka bottles were lodged inside. “Here you go. I slipped in an extra one for later. Press that button up there if you need more.”

  “Thank you.” Kate unscrewed one of the bottles and poured it into her cup, swirling it around with her hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the stranger tuck his newspaper into the seat pocket in front of him. Her eyes darted to his ring finger. No wedding band.

  He turned to her, and she noticed his sexy full lips and blue eyes. One word to describe him. Hot. Way cuter than any guy she’d ever dated.

  “Don’t fly much?” he asked and smiled. She caught the small dimple in his right cheek.

  “All the — ” Her head jolted. Geez. How many turbulent air pockets would they speed through? She grimaced and grabbed the edge of her seat. Push through it Kate. “I fly for work all the time but usually only quick trips up and down the west coast.”

  “Flying never bothers me.” He swiveled his glass. “Thanks to my tequila friend, I’ll be out like a light in no time.”

  Mr. Sexy was planning on going to sleep? She should have known. Typical man.

  She downed the vodka straight and cracked open the tomato juice, pouring its contents into the empty plastic cup. Unscrewing the second vodka bottle, she added the clear liquid and gave it a swirl. Maybe she could keep him up for a few more minutes until the alcohol fully took effect.

  “I’m Kate, by the way.”

  “Drew.” He sipped his drink.

  “Nice to meet you.” Kate brought the cup to her lips. Why was his name so familiar? She hadn’t dated a Drew. Truth be told, she hadn’t dated anyone lately. After a number of failed attempts with men who were either only after one thing or just plain wrong for her, she decided to throw herself into her work. It was easier that way.

  The plane shook hard, causing her to spill her drink. The tomato juice seeped through her dress, dampening her skin. “Damn it!”

  “Here.” He handed her his cocktail napkin.

  “Thank you.” Of course this would happen. She was prone to accidents. Last month, she had spilled an entire glass of wine on a bride’s wedding gown right before she walked down the aisle. She blotted her dress. Two hundred dollars — for more confidence — down the drain. Frustration now competed with fear to take over her body.

  She bit down on an ice cube while watching the first class flight attendant secure the beverage cart and take her seat. It was never a good sign when they suspended drink service. This couldn’t be good. She knew it.

  She couldn’t help but think about her babies who were waiting for her back home. What if she orphaned them? Who would be their caretaker? Certainly not her mother. Her hands tightened around her seatbelt. “Oh, God. Who’s going to raise Carly and Sydney? This is not happening. Please, God. Please. I promise if we land safely I will never ever miss church again. I’ll visit my parents every Christmas and stop wasting time tweeting at work.”

  “Are Carly and Sydney y
our daughters?”

  Kate looked over. She had forgotten about Drew for a second. Was he smirking? Well that’s just terrific. He’s finding her meltdown humorous. Jerk. He’ll wipe that stupid grin off his face when this gigantic metal tube dives nose first into the ground.

  “No. They’re my cats,” she wailed. “My fur babies, and they’ll be orphans.” She buried her head in her hands.

  She felt something hit her leg and moved her hands. It was Drew’s seat belt buckle.

  “I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom.” He headed for the back of the plane.

  “You’re not supposed to get up until they turn off the sign,” Kate called out. Why couldn’t he use the front lavatory? He probably thought she was crazy. She sighed. Maybe she was. Taking a deep breath, she stared up at the illuminated seat belt sign. Figures the one flight she’s seated next to a gorgeous man, she’s too terrified to flirt.

  • • •

  Luke Cannon reclined his seat and closed his weary eyes. It had been one whirlwind of a work week. No doubt about it. His reward? Several interrupted hours of much needed sleep. Then again, with was all this swaying he wondered how much shuteye he would actually get.

  He often flew for his job working in the family business as his father’s right-hand man, but his identical twin brother arranged this trip half-assed at the last possible minute.

  Speaking of his mirror image.

  “Dude, put this on.” Drew approached, peeling off his blazer and throwing it into Luke’s lap. He held on to the headrest for balance.

  “Why?” Luke raised his eyebrow. What was his brother up to now? He was still pissed at Drew for sticking him in coach while he sat his imperial butt up in first class.

  “Look, I need you to switch places with me. You can have my seat up there for the rest of the flight. Plenty of legroom and all the complimentary drinks you want.”

  Luke cocked his head and peered down the aisle toward the front of the cabin. “You want me to trade seats with you? Why?”

  “Because I feel bad for sticking my older bro in coach.”

  “Yeah, right.” Luke was only a few minutes older. A fact Drew seemed to always enjoy pointing out, especially when he wanted something. “Which flight attendant did you piss off already?”

  “No one. Come on. Go up there and sit in 3C. The woman next to me is driving me freakin’ crazy. She’s afraid of flying.”

  “So wait. You want me to sit with the lunatic? Why do I need to pretend I’m you?”

  “The flight attendants won’t let us switch. I already asked.”

  “I don’t blame them. They’re just messing with you. Go sit down.”

  “I don’t think so.” Drew thrust his ticket into Luke’s hand. “Here, take this and leave yours.”

  Luke reached for the emergency instructions card in his front seat pocket and pretended to read it. “I don’t know. If you want me to spend this whole flight trapped next to a crazy woman … ” he glanced at his brother and smirked, “well, I need something in return.”

  “Really, dude? You’re going to do this to me now?” Drew’s agitation came through loud and clear.

  “And you didn’t think that maybe you should have bought me the same first class ticket as yours?”

  “Hey, I told you they were sold out. Besides, you’re always talking about not spending money.” He motioned for Luke to get up. “I’m giving it to you. Take it. All the extra legroom you need.”

  “Give me your hotel suite and we’ve got a deal.”

  “No way. I have big plans for tomorrow night.”

  “You do?” Luke folded the pamphlet and tucked it in the seat pocket. “Too bad you’ll be too exhausted since it looks like you won’t be getting any sleep. How many hours left? Ten? Eleven?”

  Drew threw his hands up in the air. “Fine. The suite is yours. Lauren’s going to be pissed.” He motioned for Luke to get up. “Here, go up there now before someone sees us.”

  “Okay, okay. I’m going. Sheesh.” Luke unbuckled his seatbelt and put on the blazer. The flight attendants would probably admonish both of them soon since the captain hadn’t turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. “What’s her name?”

  “Who?”

  “The woman you’re sitting next to, Casanova.”

  “Crazy lady? I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Who cares?”

  “You were always the sensitive one.” Luke gave his brother a sideways glance.

  Drew sat down and buckled his seatbelt. “Thanks, bro, for taking one for the team.” He leaned his head back and shut his eyes.

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Luke started to leave but Drew grabbed his arm.

  “Oh, don’t ask her about her cats. Whatever you do, do not ask her about her freakin’ fur babies.”

  Luke shook his head and made his way to first class. Since they were kids, Drew and he had played many swap-identity tricks on their parents, teachers, and girlfriends. Being identical had its advantages, particularly for his brother. In high school, they switched senior prom dates after Drew decided his odds of scoring with Luke’s date were greater than his own. Drew lost his virginity that night to Luke’s chagrin.

  “Sir, please sit down.” A long-legged flight attendant ordered.

  Luke flashed an apologetic smile and counted the rows to 3C. Perhaps, this unexpected seat swapping wouldn’t be so bad after all. The flight attendant was certainly pretty.

  His hands gripped the back of the seats to steady his balance. He couldn’t blame the poor cat lady for being scared with all the rocking.

  He crouched down, fully expecting to see a frightened middle-aged spinster dressed in black with grey cat hair all over her.

  Wait a second? He glanced up to check that he had the right row. It was the right one, but sitting in 3A was a stunning woman who he guessed could be in her early thirties. The first thing he noticed was her long, wavy brown hair. He’d always had a thing for women with long, dark hair.

  This was the vocal terrorist Drew couldn’t stand to sit with a minute longer? She wasn’t wearing black but a white dress and from what he could tell, her bronze legs might rival those of the flight attendant. Her hands were crunching a tomato juice can while she stared at the fasten seat belt sign. Two empty vodka bottles lay sideways on her folding tray table.

  “Hi,” he said shyly, sitting down and buckling his seatbelt.

  She whipped her head toward him, and her emerald green eyes immediately locked with his. “What took you so long?”

  “The tail section broke off,” he joked. Judging by her reaction, he knew it was a bad one. “Kidding.” He touched her arm.

  “I knew that.” She glanced at her watch and took a deep breath. “Ten hours and fifty-three minutes to go.”

  “We’re practically ready to prepare for arrival.” He chuckled. “So, I’m Drew by the way.” The woman shot him a confused look. His brother must have already introduced himself. Figures Drew had told her his name but couldn’t remember hers. “I mean you know that already. How do you spell your name again? It’s so unusual.”

  “K-a-t-e.”

  Kate. Okay, not uncommon. He was going to murder his brother. Confessing that he was Drew’s twin was probably the right thing to do but she looked so terrified. He wouldn’t know how to explain that his idiot brother had begged him to trade seats. No, he’d continue the charade. It’s not like they were going to become friends or start dating. Harmless conversation with a stranger he’d most likely never see again was all this was.

  He motioned for the flight attendant. “Would you care for another drink, Kate?” He reached for the crushed tomato juice can still in her hand. “Here, let me take that for you.” He noticed that her dress had a large red stain. “Accident?”

  “Yep. An expensive one,” she said dryly. It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it.

  “How about joining me in a glass of champagne?”

  She shrugged. He took that as a yes.

  A few mi
nutes later, the flight attendant brought over two flutes. Luke handed one glass to Kate and raised his. “To bumpy flights with safe landings.” He chimed his glass rim to hers.

  She took a sip and frowned.

  “You don’t like it? I can get you something else. What would you like? Some coffee, perhaps?”

  “No, it’s not that, I … um,” she stammered. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “You obviously drew the short stick by having to sit next to me.” She picked up one of the empty vodka bottles and turned it upside down. “I thought the first drink, or second, would loosen me up. Oh, well. Maybe this will do the trick.” She tilted the flute all the way back and finished it. “I hate flying.”

  “So let’s get your mind off of it.” Luke moved his armrest up and then reached over. His arm brushed against the top of her dress as he shut the tiny window screen. What he wouldn’t give to run his hand underneath it.

  Stop it, Luke. The poor woman’s having a nervous breakdown.

  “How long will you be in Hawaii?” he asked.

  “Three weeks. I’m going there for work.”

  “Wow. I’d like your job.” He was happy to hear that this was a business trip and that she wasn’t meeting a lover, at least he hoped not. “Do you live in New York, Kate?”

  “No, Los Angeles.”

  Damn. She would live on the west coast. “Were you in New York for business?”

  “No. I was visiting my mother to kick some — ” Her sentence broke off as the plane hit another air pocket. The airbus dropped down and bounced back up. Luke felt Kate’s seatbelt hit him followed by her weight crashing against his leg. She flung her arms around his khakis and hung on for dear life.

  “First time flying,” he mouthed to the older couple sitting across from them. “Here,” he instructed, placing his arm on her back. He unleashed her hands from his leg, guiding her into his arms. “Hold on to me.” The scent of her perfume mixed with tomato juice and champagne infiltrated his nostrils. It was surprisingly arousing.

  He stroked her hair. “It’s going to be fine. You know, pilots like to stay in the air.”