Spring Fling (Romancing Wisconsin #7)

A week of no-strings fun is never that simple.

Tessa Sullivan figures she can handle a no-strings-attached fling with the handsome stranger she meets at her sister’s Spring wedding. After all, she doesn’t believe in love. Or so she tells herself.

Trevor Jackson’s painful past leaves him adamant he’ll never open his heart again. But a week of uncomplicated fun with the beautiful bridesmaid? Now that’s an arrangement he can work with.

All’s well that ends well—a mutually enjoyable relationship that will end as simply as it started—until someone breaks the rules and falls in love.

EXCERPT:
Gesturing toward her empty glass, Trevor asked, “Can I buy you another?”

“It’s an open bar, but no, thank you.” Red-gold curls bounced as she gave a quick shake of her head. One of the daisies came loose and tumbled past her shoulder. He caught it as she added, “I should’ve stopped at one.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“The first went down so smooth, I figured a second might carry me through to the end of the night.”

Brushing his thumb over the petals of the flower in his hand, he imagined her skin would feel equally soft. “Are you in love with the groom?”

“No.” Her shocked gaze collided with his, then she laughed again. “God no. I barely like him.”

He arched his eyebrows. “Couldn’t tell from your toast.”

Speculation filled her eyes. “What was wrong with my toast?”

“Nothing.” He placed his hand with the daisy against his chest, and her attention dropped to the flower as he added a touch of drama to his voice. “It was very touching. Inspiring. Heartwarming.”This time the roll of her eyes was accompanied by an unladylike snort.

“If you didn’t mean it, then that was an Oscar-worthy performance.”

“Oh, I meant it.” She glanced toward the reception where the festivities were still in full swing. “But it certainly did not make it sound like I was in love with Nash.”

“And yet you’re out here drinking for a reason. Is it because you don’t like him?”

She shook her head. “I misspoke a moment ago. I like Nash. Now, anyway. Six months ago, not so much.”

“Why’s that?”

Her gaze met his once more. “You don’t know the story?”

“No.” He did his best not to get lost in the rich blue of her eyes. It was hard with the way they stood out against her fair, lightly freckled skin, framed by long, frosted lashes and shimmery shadow that complimented her spring dress. Up close, the whole combination made her look somewhat like a fairy.

A sexy fairy whose daisy-laden, disheveled, reddish-gold locks suggested she’d been rolling around in May flowers, even though it was only mid-April. He knew the tumbled curls were a result of her enthusiastic dancing earlier, but he much preferred the alternative image his imagination provided.

Suspicion replaced speculation when he didn’t answer her question. “You’re not a friend of the groom?”

“No.”

“And I know you’re not a friend of the bride. So, how did you hear my toast?” Blue eyes narrowed for a second before she accused, “Did you crash my sister’s wedding?”
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