tears subsided. She toweled off and yanked on the bridesmaid dress, feeling like a fool wearing a rumpled evening outfit at seven in the morning. Her only comfort was that no one would ever know she and Seth had been together.
Minutes later she patted her cheeks to put some color into them, and hoped Seth didn’t notice her red, puffy eyes. He was completely dressed, his jacket buttoned to hide the tear in his slacks, his body as stiff as a marble wall as he stood by the door. He watched her steadily, his expression closed.
She lifted her chin and asked, “Ready?”
He nodded. “Mimi—”
“No, don’t.” She held up a warning had. “Nothing happened. And no one will ever know. Agreed?”
He hesitated and her heart did a strange pitter-patter. Finally he said in a low voice, “Agreed.”
She nodded, wondering if the roads were clear enough to drive, but decided not to ask. They couldn’t possibly stay in the hotel a moment longer. Determined not to become emotional, she opened the door, only to see a couple who looked exactly like Hannah and Jake walking down the hallway of the hotel. Their hushed voices drifted toward her from the elevator, and her stomach churned.
The couple was Hannah and Jake.
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Chapter 5
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S eth started to go into the hall, but Mimi yanked him back inside the room and slammed the door. Did she want to talk? Do something else? Had she changed her mind about not repeating their—
“Hannah and Jake are in the hall!”
“They’re here?”
Mimi nodded, looking horrified. “I had no idea.”
“Me, neither.”
They leaned against the door as if to bar it in case Hannah had seen them and might come blasting through. Tension thrummed between them.
“I suppose they couldn’t get to the airport because of the bad weather,” Seth said, trying to think logically.
“The flights were probably canceled.”
“And the roads going to the interstate were closed.”
“And this was the only hotel with a vacancy.”
Their gazes caught, and he noticed Mimi’s puffy and swollen eyes. “Good Lord, you’ve been crying. What’s wrong?” He was so shocked his knees wobbled. Hannah hadn’t been the emotional type, and neither was his mother. Of course when some of his patients got hysterical, he prescribed sedatives for them. But he couldn’t offer Mimi sedatives, not with the possibility of a pregnancy.
She quickly averted her gaze. “I just felt sappy with Hannah getting married and Mom coming back, and I’m having PMS and … sex relieves tension.”
He couldn’t help but smile at her blunt honesty. Tenderness for her filled him. Hannah had been only nine when her mother deserted them, so Mimi would have been seven. It must have been a traumatic time for all of them. “How do you feel about your mother’s return?”
“Stop with the shrink stuff, already.” With a stubborn glare, she grabbed the doorknob. “I wonder if they’ve gone.”
The scent of her perfume clung to her dress, tormenting him with reminders of their evening together, but her perfect pink mouth was pressed into a tight line, and her posture clearly indicated she wanted distance between them. She obviously was even more concerned about Hannah knowing they’d slept together than he was. He felt stung. “You want us to leave separately and meet at the car?”
“That’s probably a good idea.”
He nodded tightly. “All right. You go ahead. I’ll meet you in about five minutes.”
Her dress swished noisily as she pulled open the door and peered out. When the coast was clear, she darted into the hallway, dangling her pink heels in one hand, yanking at the drooping bodice of the dress with the other, then bypassed the elevator and hurried into the stairwell. He glanced out the window and finally saw her emerge from the hotel a few minutes later. She stopped, leaned against a post and stuffed her feet into her shoes. Wobbling on her heels, she wove through the trees bordering the hotel like a