When We Touch(18)

"No. Brandon and I are just friends," she said, pretending to be preoccupied with her nails so she wouldn't have to look up.

"You're staying with him," her mother pointed out. "You're staying with him instead of us."

The nail tech had left to see to a walk-in customer. Olivia wished she'd come back. "He has an extra room, Mom."

"You're saying you slept in it last night?"

Olivia wished she could insist she had. She should've stayed in her own  bed. She'd been a fool to get up and go find him, a fool to allow  herself to get in so far over her head.

Did she want to be mooning over Kyle's stepbrother for the rest of her life?

Definitely not-but she had a feeling it might go that way. She'd never  had such a strong reaction to any man. Since they'd been together, she  hadn't been able to think of anything besides the tender way he'd held  her and the feel of his mouth on hers … not to mention the many intimate  places he'd put his hands.

She'd come to Whiskey Creek brokenhearted over Kyle and would be leaving  brokenhearted over Brandon. That shouldn't have been possible in such a  short time. But it was her own fault. She hadn't given herself a chance  to recover from Kyle before taking on an even bigger threat to her  peace of mind.

"More or less," she muttered when her mother leaned forward, demanding an answer to where she'd slept.

"More or less?" Nancy echoed. "Oh, no! Noelle was right. She told me the  two of you are sleeping together, but I didn't want to believe it. I  don't know what's wrong with you girls. First her, and now you! You'll  do anything to hurt each other."                       
       
           



       

"What's happened between Brandon and me has nothing to do with her or Kyle. We aren't trying to hurt anyone."

"Then why are you getting involved with someone so close to both of them?"

"Brandon has never been close to Noelle. He hasn't even been close to  Kyle. And I'm not ‘getting involved' with him. I admit things got out of  hand this weekend. I-I haven't been myself, wasn't prepared to deal  with … temptation." Or not in such a potent form, she added silently.  "It's not every day that your sister gets pregnant by the man you  thought you'd marry yourself," she went on. "Don't you think that could  throw a girl off track?"

Her mother winced, but Olivia could see the nail tech finishing with the  other client and wanted to wrap up the conversation before she  returned.

"Anyway, it's over," she continued. "I'm heading home after the wedding and trying to forget this weekend ever happened."

"So it's not an ongoing relationship."

She pasted a pleasant expression on her face because the nail tech was  walking toward them. "Of course not. Brandon's going backpacking across  Nicaragua in two weeks. Then he's got the ski season. Who knows when  he'll be back in Whiskey Creek? And I've already moved my business to  Sacramento, just like I planned." A plan that had sounded so ideal in  the beginning but had, in the end, cost her so much.

The worry lines on her mother's face softened. "That's a relief."

"Why would it matter to you?" Olivia asked.

"Our lives are complicated enough at the moment. I don't like what  Noelle has done, but I can't change it, either. At least I know Kyle  will make a good husband. That gives me hope that we can all get past  the rough start. I'm not sure I'm convinced of Brandon's integrity."

"Maybe he has more integrity than you think."

Her mother had no chance to reply because Noelle suddenly appeared from the other side of the salon. "Well?"

Even Olivia had to admit she looked beautiful. "Kyle will love it," she said.

* * *

Pictures seemed to take forever. Noelle had decreed that Kyle was not to  see her before the ceremony, so the groom and his men were sequestered  in a different area of the mansion than the bride and her ladies. Callie  Vanetta, one of Kyle's best friends and part of the group he'd grown up  with, owned a photography studio on Sutter Street, near the center of  town, and was handling the pictures like the pro she was. First, she  photographed Kyle, his best man and other groomsmen while Noelle did her  makeup. Then Callie came to the bridal suite, where she snapped shots  of Noelle getting ready with her maid of honor and bridesmaids.

Feeling more like a robot than a human being, Olivia smiled and nodded  and offered her fair share of compliments. They toasted the wedding with  delicate flutes of champagne, and took pictures of the process. They  admired Noelle's veil and jewelry and hair, and took pictures of that.  They hugged and laughed and watched Noelle gaze into a giant mirror, and  took even more pictures.

As soon as possible, Olivia faded into the background. She wanted this  part, which required so much pretending, to be over. But she didn't want  the next part-the wedding-to begin. Then she'd have to face Brandon.  Although she'd been able to avoid him so far, that wouldn't be the case  much longer.

"Olivia, I … "

Olivia turned from the window overlooking the patio where the ceremony would take place to see Callie standing at her elbow.

"I just … I wanted to say I'm sorry," she whispered. "For …  what's happened."

Olivia managed a brief smile, but then Noelle, who'd gone into the  bathroom, returned and asked if they should take a picture of her by the  window, looking down at the altar below.

"Good idea." Olivia squeezed Callie's arm as she moved past, to let her  know she was okay. But she felt a little guilty accepting Callie's  sympathy, or anyone else's. She knew Callie would be surprised to learn  she wasn't brooding over Kyle, that she'd slept with Brandon last night  and wanted nothing more than to do it again.

* * *

Brandon didn't get to escort Olivia. Noah Rackham was her partner and  had been from the beginning. But she was right in front of him. He  couldn't take his eyes off her. He kept hoping she'd turn and  acknowledge him in some way, maybe give him a smile that indicated she'd  enjoyed last night as much as he had. But ever since she'd entered the  room she'd kept her eyes averted and her attention on what was going on  around them-on everything but him. He hoped it was because she was under  pressure to make sure this wedding was a success.                       
       
           



       

The music swelled as Kyle, followed by the first of the groomsmen and  bridesmaids, walked down the aisle. Noah and Olivia were after Eve and  Baxter, two more of Kyle's friends. Brandon watched as they moved into  the dazzling sunshine, and waited several beats before stepping "on  deck" with Cheyenne Christensen.

"I can't believe he's going through with this," his partner muttered as she slipped a hand through the crook of his arm.

Her words surprised him. Kyle's friends were normally so loyal to Kyle they generally ignored him when he was at home.

"What did you say?" he asked.

She turned distressed eyes on him. "I feel like someone should stop the wedding."

"And that someone should be … "

"How about you?" she responded, but she grinned when she said it and he couldn't help chuckling.

"It's too late to save him now," he said.

She ducked her head, presumably so that the guests twisting around in  their seats, trying to catch a glimpse of the rest of the wedding party,  wouldn't see her disapproval. "I know." Then they stepped into the  sunlight, too, and pandered to the crowd and Callie's camera as they  approached the minister, where they separated.

Brandon thought he saw Olivia looking at him as he released Cheyenne. He  smiled to see if he could get her to smile back, but she glanced away  so quickly he wasn't sure she'd really seen him. He caught Kyle glaring  at him a second later so he moved on without missing a beat.

Once the line was assembled, the traditional wedding march blasted from  the speakers and Noelle appeared on her father's arm. As she glided  toward her waiting groom, Brandon thought maybe he should speak up. He  would have, if he'd believed it might make a difference.

But Kyle wouldn't thank him for it. His stepbrother was determined to go  to the guillotine, so Brandon kept his mouth shut as the two repeated  their vows, kissed and exchanged rings.

The congratulations came next but, in Brandon's opinion, they were rather subdued. Does anyone think this wedding has a chance?

Kyle held his bride's hand, but his gaze strayed almost immediately to  Olivia, who seemed determined not to look in his direction, either.

As soon as Callie Vanetta had finished taking pictures now that the men  and women were together, Brandon made his way over to Olivia.  "Everything's working out perfectly," he said. "You've done a great  job."