She wriggled her ass enticingly and his morning erection stirred. He smiled against her hair. God, could they really go another round? She was pretty amazing.

“Oh my god!” Her voice split the silence in the dark hotel room and she bolted out of his arms. Adrenaline flashed through his veins and he sat up.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Nick sat up too on the other side of the bed, rubbing his eyes and squinting.

“It’s almost noon!” Kaelin stood beside the bed, staring at the hotel alarm clock. Yep, those red numbers spelled out 11:52.

Oh Jesus. The wedding.

Tyler scrubbed a hand over his face. “Don’t panic,” he said. “The wedding’s not until four.”

“I know, but I have things to do! I have to pick up flowers, decorate the banquet room, the church, put out the favors. I have to get ready…omigod, omigod, omigod.”

She frantically searched the room for her clothes, finding her dress, her bra. She struggled into the little black dress, now wrinkled as hell, then picked up her bra and stared at it. She stuffed it into her purse.

“I can’t find my underwear,” she muttered, turning in a circle. Twice. Tyler hauled himself out of bed and caught her as she turned her back to him, then drew her zipper up, resisting the urge to drag his tongue up her bare back. “Oh, never mind. Omigod.”

Bright sunlight glared around the edges of the heavy drapes over the hotel window. Shit. They did a good job of blocking the light and they’d all slept like they’d died, right through the morning. “What do you need us to do?” he asked, handing Kaelin her sandals. She grabbed them.

“Nothing. I don’t know. Omigod.” She tried to get the strappy high-heeled sandals on, stumbling and almost falling. Tyler let her use him to balance on while she slipped them on.

“Yes there is. We’ll do whatever.” He glanced at Nick who nodded and threw back the covers. “Where are you going first?”

“First?” She gazed blankly at him. “First I’m going home. I can’t go around like this! In the same clothes I wore last night! What will people think?” She closed her eyes. Her hair hung in long tangles down her back and her mascara was smudged under her eyes in a way Tyler thought was damn sexy, but yeah, she probably didn’t want to be running around town like that.

“I’ll come with you,” he said.

“No! Jesus. Are you crazy?”

“No one knows what happened last night,” he tried to soothe. He attempted to smooth her hair. She swatted his hand away. “I’ll drive you home. Nick’ll meet us at the flower shop. We’ll help you decorate. Don’t worry, it’ll all get done.”

She sucked in a long shaky breath, staring at him with those big brown eyes, so sweet and sexy.

A buzzing sounded in her purse. She blinked, then groped in the big leather bag and pulled out her cell phone. Still looking dazed and disoriented she peered at her phone. “It’s Maddie,” she whispered. “Omigod, she’s staying here in the hotel.”

She looked at Tyler, panic filling her eyes.

“She doesn’t know you’re here,” he said quietly. “But don’t answer it, if you’re not ready.”

She nodded, pressed a button that silenced the buzz, then covered her eyes with one hand. “Okay, I have to go.”

“Just let me get dressed.”

“No! I said it’s okay, I’ve got my car. Gotta go. See you guys later.”

And she flew out the door.

Tyler turned and scowled at Nick. “Thanks for the help, buddy.”

“Christ, I’m still asleep, man.” Nick shook his head. “Sorry, but you know I’m not awake until my third cup of coffee.”

Coffee. That sounded good.

“We must have had about two hours sleep last night.”

Tyler grinned. “I’m not complaining. Holy hell. What was that?”

Nick’s eyebrows drew together above his nose. “I don’t know. But I hope she’s okay.”

“Kaelin? Why? Because she left in such a hurry?”

“No. Because she stayed.”

Kaelin’s heart raced as she waited for the elevator, waiting for someone she knew to step out of a room, like Scott or Hardeep or Maddie. No, their rooms weren’t on this floor. But still. Someone else she knew could be staying there. She looked at her watch, nibbled her lip, and when the elevator arrived, thankfully empty, she bolted into it and stabbed the button for the lobby. She slumped against the wall. Dear god, what had she done?

Well, she had no time for regrets or analysis or even some pleasurable memories, she had a gazillion things to do. She rushed out of the elevator, remembered there was a back door so she could avoid the lobby and headed that way. Her car was out front, but oh well, she’d just jog around the hotel to it.

In high-heeled sandals and a black silk cocktail dress. The late June day was hot already, the sky a perfect clear blue, the sun directly overhead. Finally she arrived at her car, sweaty and breathless. With no underwear, beard burn on her chin and who knew where else, mascara under her eyes and her hair in knots. Jesus.

She slammed the car into gear and peeled out of the parking lot. She had to get home, take a shower. She probably smelled of sex and Tyler’s cedar and spice aftershave. Her tummy did a little flip and she groaned out loud, hands tight on the wheel. She must have lost her mind last night.

Not now, not now. She had to focus. She was supposed to pick up the flowers before noon then take the bouquets to the Wirth home. The big arrangements for the church were being delivered as well as the centerpieces for the tables, but she was supposed to meet the delivery guy at each place to give instructions on where to put everything. All the decorations and favors were at her place.

She chewed the inside of her lip as she drove on autopilot, so at first she didn’t even notice the flashing lights behind her. When the police car whooped its siren at her, she jumped. Her eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror then forward again. She frowned. He couldn’t be pulling her over. Could he? Maybe he just wanted to pass her. But no. When she pulled up at the curb, the police car pulled in behind her.

She dropped her head to the steering wheel. No. No, no, no.

When she turned to open her window, Brent stood there. Oh, thank god. He wouldn’t give her a speeding ticket.

The window lowered at her touch on the button.

“I thought that was you,” he said.

“Brent! What are you doing? You scared the crap out of me.”

He frowned at her. “You were going kind of fast, Kaelin.” He studied her hair, her face, her braless breasts beneath her wrinkled silk dress. “Are you okay? You look…” His voice trailed off.

Heat scorched her cheeks and washed its way down under that silk dress. “Yes, I’m fine, but I’m late…the wedding… Are you giving me a ticket?”

“I should.”

She lost patience. “Well, then do it, and do it quick. I’m in a hurry.”

His frown intensified. “Kaelin.”

She wanted to scream.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Home!”

Then his eyes narrowed even more as he studied her clothing and she knew, she just knew, he recognized that she was wearing the same clothes she’d had on at the police station last night.

“Where were you?” he asked.

She gritted her teeth. “That isn’t really your business. Seriously, Brent, I need to go. Can you mail me the ticket or something?”

He stared at her, and she saw emotions flicker over his face—disappointment, hurt, anger. Shit.

“No,” he said. “I can’t. License and registration, please.”

“Forget Me Not Flowers,” Avery said. “On Main Street downtown.”

“I know it. Okay, thanks.” Tyler snapped his phone shut as he strode through the lobby of the hotel with Nick. “Okay, now we know where she’s going. We’ll meet up with her there.”

“Why isn’t she answering her cell phone?” Nick muttered.

“I don’t know. Maybe she’s in the shower or something.”