SINGLE BY SATURDAY
The Weekday Bride Series, Book Four
The petite blonde married a Hollywood star, yet she’s the one who spends every day playing a part: The part of a happy wife. A year ago, she agreed to wed a famous actor to diffuse rumors about his personal life. Now, her divorce sits just around the corner, along with a five million dollar payout. However, as she prepares to exit her fake marriage gracefully, her drop-dead-gorgeous brother-in-law walks through the door… and into her heart.
Dark-haired, blue-eyed hunk, Zach, crashes Michael and Karen’s fancy one-year anniversary party, determined to meet the wife his brother hid from their family. But sparks fly the moment he and Karen see each other. When the famous couple decides to visit the whole Gardner clan, Karen must keep Michael’s secret under wraps in front of his questioning relative… including Zach, the man who could be the real love of her life.
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“The fourth outing in the Weekday Brides series captures readers’ hearts and keeps them glued to the pages until the fascinating finish. Romance lovers will feel the spark fly … almost instantaneously.”
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Rick was handing her the last of the dishes to dry while she put them away.
“How about some coffee?” he asked once he dried his hands.
“Inviting yourself again?”
He leaned a hip against the counter. “I know you’ll find this hard to believe, but I need to stick around until after dark to check the outside cameras.”
“It’s hard to take you seriously with that smile on your face.”
He winked. “I’ve heard that before.”
His dimples were perfectly lethal, not that she’d tell him that.
“Fine,” she went through the effort of brewing a pot of coffee, secretly happy he wasn’t running off. You’re flirting with fire, Judy.
She was removing coffee cups from the cupboard when he asked. “So, are you avoiding dating all together while you’re here, or just dating me?”
She hesitated, then said the first thing that came to her head. “You’re dangerous.”
“Only to an enemy.”
“The first time we met you were swinging a gun around.”
“Again, an enemy was involved.”
That’s true. “You’re too cocky for me.”
“Confident,” he corrected her. “And so are you. I think it’s sexy.”
Judy squeezed her eyes shut and released a sigh when the coffee maker beeped. “Something tells me you think a lot of things are sexy.” She poured two cups of coffee, sugared hers up.
“I think meatloaf is sexy.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s sad.” She brought her coffee to her lips and turned toward him.
“Most of my home cooked meals are heated up frozen food from a microwave.”
She blew over the hot java. “I don’t think a microwave means home cooked.”
Rick stepped close, reached to her side, and took the cup she’d poured, but failed to hand him.
She looked over his massive chest and thick shoulders as he loomed over her. She grasped her cup with both hands to avoid the temptation of touching him. Because damn if he wasn’t sexy.
Rick left his hand next to the coffee cup on the counter and stared down at her.
She squirmed under his stare, didn’t trust herself to call him on it. Only when he reached for her coffee did she look into his eyes. Her nose flared and her breath caught in her throat. The smile he always wore wasn’t there, in its place was something much more intense.
“W-what are you doing?”
He set her cup beside his and boxed her in, both hands resting on each side of her.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he said over her lips. “Taste you.”
Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and her brain…the short circuit could bring the grid down. “I…I—”
“You want to taste me, too.”
She licked her lips…knew he was right and reached for the words to prove he wasn’t.
“There’s been chemistry between us from the day we met,” he voiced the thoughts in her head. He kept moving his gaze to her lips, his body so close but not actually touching hers. So many parts of her started to tingle she couldn’t catalog them fast enough. “Don’t you want to see if we fit, Judy?”
“You’re dangerous.” But she wasn’t pushing him away. She was imagining that spark, and wondering at the same time what he would taste like.
“I am,” he told her.
She licked her lips, knew he wasn’t thinking of the same danger she was. Hooking up with Rick and lingering in his life could threaten everything she’d worked hard to achieve. “I-I don’t do danger.”
He slid both hands to her hips, the contact made her actually jump. “I disagree. You like danger, uncertainty, crave it even.”
Without any effort, he lifted her onto the counter, left his hands on her waist. His strong fingers branded her, made her feel small…made her feel protected.
He smelled of pine soap and something so unique she thought it must be pheromones. The same scent filled her when she closed her eyes at night. Rick dipped his head closer to hers, but didn’t touch her. Her breathing came fast now, his kiss so close.
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned novels Wife by Wednesday, Married by Monday, and Not Quite Dating. Bybee lives with her husband and two teenage sons in Southern California.