Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“He is.” Harrison turned to his oldest sibling, who wore a pair of Levi’s and a black mock turtleneck.
Knowing Asher was the most serious of them all and the least likely to dress up, Harrison took an educated guess at his costume. “Steve Jobs?”
Asher nodded.
Their family had agreed to surprise each other tonight, and no one knew what anyone else was wearing. Since Jobs, Apple’s co-founder, was known for sporting that same outfit day in and day out, it wasn’t a hard guess. The Apple CEO had once been quoted as saying he owned over one hundred Issey Miyake black turtlenecks.
Asher gave Harrison a once over. “Bond?” he guessed.
Harrison grinned. “Who else?” Knowing Asher wouldn’t be here alone, Harrison glanced over his brother’s shoulder in search of his fiancée and hopefully her sidekick.
“Winter and Nikki stopped at the restroom. They’ll be here in a few minutes,” Asher said.
Harrison opened his mouth to protest, but Asher shook his head. “Don’t bother. We both know you’re looking for Winter.”
Caught, Harrison clamped his mouth shut.
“She came by tonight so the women could help each other with their costumes,” Asher said.
“Of course.” The women weren’t just as close as sisters, Harrison thought. They were sisters. And the news had been the secret that had been eating away at Winter during Asher and Nikki’s engagement party over Labor Day weekend.
When Winter finally admitted her relationship to the Bettencourts, Harrison had understood why Winter had been so preoccupied that night. Why she’d had too much to drink and no doubt why she’d ended up in Harrison’s bed again. After they’d agreed the end was… the end.
“There they are.” Asher raised a hand, capturing his fiancée’s attention.
Nikki waved back, but Harrison only had eyes for Winter, entranced by her beauty. A little black dress hugged her curves while black heels accentuated her long legs. Legs he’d had wrapped around his waist and wanted there again.
He bit back a groan, staring instead at her beautiful features, her eyes covered by dark-tinted, black-framed sunglasses. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was pulled back with a comb on one side, revealing a multi-strand pearl necklace with a diamond brooch against her soft skin.
Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, reincarnated.
He drew in a sharp breath, causing Asher to chuckle.
“Fuck you,” Harrison muttered, sliding his gaze to Nikki. It was safer to look at his brother’s fiancée. It would give his sudden hard-on a chance to subside before the women crossed the room.
The sisters had obviously planned to coordinate because Nikki was also dressed as Holly Golightly from the movie, but unlike Winter’s dressy outfit, Nikki opted for the bedroom scene costume. She wore a sleep shirt on top, tasseled earrings, and an eye mask pushed up on her forehead. On her feet, she’d slipped on pink, fuzzy bedroom slippers.
No doubt Asher would be escorting her home to remove that nightshirt as soon as they could politely escape. Considering Harrison wanted to do the same to Winter, his guess was beyond an educated one.
The women made their way across the increasingly crowded ballroom and walked up to them. Nikki slid into Asher’s waiting arms, snuggling against her fiancé.
Facing Harrison, she grinned up at him. “Hi, Harrison.”
He kissed her cheek before turning to… “Winter.” He smiled, his gaze lingering on hers as he did his best not to ogle her sensual curves.
“Harrison.” She looked him over, her emerald gaze darkening, telling him he wasn’t the only one affected. “Are you going to a premiere afterward or is this your costume?” she asked in a husky voice.
He gave her a mock bow. “James Bond at your service.”
She let out a laugh. “Oh, I love that.”
He did his best not to preen under her admiration. “You two ladies look gorgeous.” But his pulse only ran fast for one of them.
Nikki laughed. “It’s fun. I’m not surprised you know who we are, being an actor and all.”
He inclined his head. “Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a classic.”
“But not everyone knows the movie by name. I’ve been asked a few times already,” Nikki said.
A few seconds of silence followed, during which Nikki’s gaze shot from her sister to Harrison.
“Asher, would you come with me to get a drink?” she not so subtly asked her fiancé.
“Of course. Anyone else want something?” Asher asked.
“I’d love a club soda if you don’t mind?” Winter’s hand went to her stomach, and Nikki’s expression turned to one of concern.
Harrison narrowed his gaze, also worried. “Are you okay?”
“I didn’t eat much today. I’m just a little lightheaded.”
“Still?” Nikki’s lips turned downward in a frown. “Okay, well, we can grab you some appetizers, too. They might help. Be right back.” Nikki and Asher walked toward the bar across the room, and Harrison decided to use the time alone with Winter.
“Is that all that’s wrong? Lack of food?” He’d hate it if she were sick.