“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like you know exactly what I want. Your eyes are telling me you want it as much as I do.”
The elevator eased to a stop, and the doors slid open. Summer’s heart pounded fast as neither of them made the slightest effort to leave.
“We were going to call our families,” she reminded him just as the doors started to close.
James swallowed hard. “Yes, of course.”
With precise movements he led the way out of the elevator and down the hallway to his room. She noticed that when he inserted the key his hand trembled slightly, and she loved him all the more for it.
“The phone’s over by the—”
“Bed.” She completed his sentence, and the word seemed to stick in her throat. She walked across the room and sat on the edge of the mattress, then picked up the phone to dial the familiar number.
It might’ve helped if she’d taken the time to figure out what to tell her parents. But she was afraid she’d lose her nerve.
She couldn’t put into words what she felt for James. She’d never loved anyone this way, this much, and she believed he hadn’t, either. They’d each been in love with someone else, and that other person had caused deep pain. This time was different.
She knew, even before they answered the phone, what her mother and father were going to say.
“James,” she said, in a panic, banging down the telephone receiver and holding out her arms. “Please, could you kiss me first?”
She glanced over at the man she’d marry in less than twenty-four hours, and his face was a study in raw sexual need. He walked across the room. The bed dipped as his weight joined hers. With loving care he gathered her in his arms and claimed her mouth. The kiss was slow and sensual.
He broke away, and his breath was hard and labored. Eager for the taste of him, the touch and feel of him, she brushed her lips over the curve of his jaw, then brought her mouth back to his.
“Maybe you should call your father first,” she whispered when she pulled away.
“All right,” he agreed. Reluctantly he sat up and reached for the bedside phone. Summer knelt behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her head against his shoulder.
“Dad, it’s James,” she heard him say.
“Fine...yes, Vegas is just fine.” Summer could hear a voice on the other end of the line, but she couldn’t make out what was being said.
“I’m calling to let you know I’m getting married.”
The voice went silent.
“Dad? Are you still there?”
The faraway voice returned, this time speaking very fast.
“Dad... Dad... Dad.” Each time James tried to cut in, he was prevented from saying anything.
In frustration, he held the phone away from his ear. “I think you’d better talk to him.”
“Me?” Summer cried. “What do you want me to say?”
“Anything.”
Summer took the receiver and covered it with her hand. “Just remember this when we talk to my parents.”
“I will.” He kissed her briefly.
“Mr. Wilkens,” Summer said. It sounded as if the line had suddenly gone dead. “My name’s Summer Lawton. James and I have known each other a year. I love him very, very much.”
“If you’ve known my son for a year, how is it we’ve never met?”
“I live in California.”
“California?”
“Anaheim. I’m an actress.” She might as well give him all the bad news at once. She didn’t dare look at James.
“An actress?”
“That’s correct.”
“You’re sure you’ve got the right James Wilkens? My son’s the superior court judge.”
“Yes, I know. James and I are going to be married tomorrow evening at seven but we’re planning a larger ceremony in April. We felt it was only right to tell you about our plans.” Convinced she’d done a miserable job, Summer handed the telephone back to James.
Father and son talked a few moments more, and the conversation ended with James abruptly replacing the receiver. He looked at Summer, but she had the strangest feeling he wasn’t seeing her.
“James?”
“He’s decided to fly in for the ceremony.”
“That’s great. I’ll look forward to meeting him.”
“He’s anxious to meet you, as well. He hasn’t set eyes on you and already he thinks you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Summer laughed and slipped her arms around James’s neck. “He could be right.”
James grinned up at her. “I know he is.”
“I love you, James.”
“I know. I love you, too. Now it’s time to make that call.”
Summer had been delaying the inevitable and knew it. She stared at the phone, expelled a heavy sigh and said, “All right, I’ll call my parents. Be prepared, James. They’re going to have a lot of questions.”
“They couldn’t be any worse than my father,” he muttered.
“Wanna bet?” Summer punched out the number to the family home a second time and waited. It was the decent thing to do, call her family with the news of her marriage, but if they just happened to be away, out of town themselves, no one would blame her and James for going ahead with the ceremony.
Four rings. Summer was about to hang up.
“Hello,” her mother answered cheerfully.
“Mom,” Summer said. “It’s me.”
“I thought you were in Vegas this week with Julie.”
“Julie couldn’t come.”
“You went alone?” Summer could hear the disapproval in her mother’s voice.
“I met a friend here. That’s the reason I’m calling.”
“Your friend is the reason? What’s the matter? You don’t sound right. You’re gambling and you’ve lost everything? Is that it?”
“Mom, it’s nothing like that.”
“I never did understand why you’d go back to Vegas after what happened there last year.”
“Mom, can I explain?”
“All right, all right.”
“I’m calling to tell you—”