Love on Beach Avenue(56)

“’Kay!” She popped them both into her mouth at once and raced to the fountain.

“Will you let me take you to dinner?” he asked in a low voice. “Or do I need to win another bet?”

She sighed. “No more bets. I’d go to dinner, Carter, but my schedule is insane. I have back-to-back appointments all this week, and a wedding this weekend.”

He nodded, a frown creasing his brow. “Is there a night I can cook for you? You can bring your laptop to my house and do some work, then break for dinner.”

She nibbled on her lower lip in thought, then paused when she caught his hungry stare. Her belly tumbled. Right then, she knew she’d do anything to see him again. In private. “Wednesday. Eight o’clock. Will that work?”

“Yeah. It’s a date.”

“Don’t forget Gabe is meeting you at the tux place tomorrow. And the favors will be done—I’ll bring over a sample Wednesday.”

“Sounds good.”

Zoe appeared by their side, wet from head to toe. “Hi.”

Avery gasped. “How did you get so wet? You were supposed to wash only your hands.”

Zoe gave a little sigh. “There was a bug in my hair, so I wanted to get it out.”

Carter laughed and grabbed a towel from the stroller. “You definitely drowned the bug, along with yourself.” He rubbed her hair dry, chucking under her chin, and she gave him a quick hard hug.

“Can you come back home with me, Carter?”

“Not tonight, princess. But soon. We’ll make another playdate, okay? Right now, Aunt Avery has to take you home.”

“’Kay! Bye!” With another hug, the little girl smiled and skipped ahead of the stroller.

Avery said goodbye, heading back to Bella’s, and wondered how the man had managed to capture both of their hearts in one short day.

She couldn’t wait until Wednesday.





Chapter Fourteen

Carter knew the moment he met Gabe that he didn’t like him.

Gabe was young. Well, younger than he was. He strolled into the tux place with a male grace that pissed Carter off. His dark hair was thick and shiny. He was stylishly dressed in a white summer suit that should look ridiculous on anyone but Robert Redford in one of his old-school films. But no, this guy pulled the whole thing off, shaking Carter’s hand with a firm grip, his dark eyes quickly assessing his build and probably finding him lacking. God knew his one lousy hour lifting weights and running on the treadmill was nothing compared to this guy’s bulging biceps. How could he be a wedding planner? He didn’t seem the type.

“Nice to meet you, Carter,” Gabe said, his voice deep and cultured. “I’ve got a few choices I’d like you to try first, if you don’t mind? Avery told me Ally wanted you to have a different tux from the other groomsmen. Are you open to colors?”

“I’ve worn pink before,” Carter said, slightly defensive. The moment he uttered the words, he wanted to groan. Why was he acting like an idiot? Because the thought of this guy working endlessly next to Avery drove him fucking nuts?

Gabe laughed. “Don’t worry, I’d never stick you with pink. But I think lavender would work with the bridesmaid dresses without being overpowering. I have a few shades of gray picked out and various styles, too. Let’s get you suited up.”

He began to walk toward the dressing room with Carter. “Oh, I got this. I’ll just come out and model.”

Gabe’s dark eyes sparked with humor. “Of course. I just wanted to show you which room you have.”

Ah, shit.

Gabe opened the door to the one on the end. A line of tuxedos was neatly hung up, balanced with various shirts, ties, and two pairs of shoes. “Work from the right to the left. These three styles will accent the rest of the bridal party. I have two shoe sizes in case one runs tight. If you need help with the buttons or cummerbund, let me know.”

“Got it.”

“Want something to drink?”

He deepened his voice. “Sure. Whiskey. Straight.”

Gabe pressed his lips together. “Um, I was going to offer water or coffee since it’s ten a.m., but I can probably get you a cocktail if you give me a few minutes.”

Fuck. “No, it was a joke. Sorry. I’m good.”

“Great, I’ll be out here waiting.”

Carter rubbed his head and told himself to get it together. Why was he intimidated? The guy was just a worker bee. Good-looking, yes. But if he was interested in Avery, wouldn’t he have made his move already?

He needed to find out.

He got himself into the first tux, hoping he’d hate it. Unfortunately, the style was nice—a bit conservative, with a narrowed jacket and tighter pants, but longer in the back, with some flair. The smoke gray accented the lavender shirt. He exited while Gabe assessed with a sharp gaze.

“Good cut. Fits your body shape perfectly. You like the colors?”

“It’s okay,” he said grudgingly.

“Alex, can you come here and take some measurements for me?” Gabe called out.

An older man with spectacles and gray hair walked over with a tape measure in hand. “Hello, Mr. Ross, I’m the owner, Alex. This style suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“Is it acceptable if I take measurements?”