Love, Laughter, and Happily Ever Afters Collection (57 page)

Jamison moved closer to Maddie, slipping his hand around her to rest gently on the baby’s head, surprised to find his throat tightening with emotion. He had been honored when Jake asked him to be his daughter’s godfather, but he’d never dreamt he’d be fighting the urge to start sniffling right along with Maddie.

Father Seamus began the ceremony by asking Jake and Naomi for an official pronouncement of the baby’s name and then offering blessings, giving Jamison the chance to pull himself together. By the time the priest finished reading a few scripture passages he’d prepared and turned back to Jamison and Maddie, Jamison was able to promise to help Noelle on her spiritual journey with a steady voice.

Maddie promised the same, and Noelle’s head was sprinkled with holy water and her forehead traced with the sign of the cross—causing the baby to open sleepy blue eyes and snuffle with disapproval before shoving her fist into her mouth and falling back asleep—and the deed was done.

“Sleepy girl,” Maddie cooed as she delivered Noelle back into Naomi’s arms.

“She is,” Naomi agreed, beaming down at her daughter. “She missed second nap today while we were over at Mom and Dad’s.”

“But we’ll make sure she gets her naps in when she’s staying with us,” Naomi’s mother said, appearing at her daughter’s elbow to smile down at her granddaughter.

Mrs. Whitehouse was a solid woman a little shorter than Maddie, with graying brown hair tamed into tight curls close to her head and blue eyes framed with bursts of smile lines. She was a soft-spoken woman and not the most demonstrative, but she’d had a soft spot for the Hansen brothers when they were growing up. She’d always made them cakes on their birthdays, and checked in with them at church picnics, and hadn’t scolded Jamison too harshly when he slipped a slug down her daughter’s dress or broke one of her beach umbrellas using it as a makeshift jousting pole.

As he’d grown older and more focused on his career, Jamison had fallen out of touch with both Mr. and Mrs. Whitehouse—except for a hello now and then when they ran into each other at mass—but he held out hope that they would think he was good enough for their daughter. He wanted to make a good second impression on Maddie’s parents. He knew he and Maddie had only been dating a short time, but in his unguarded moments, he hoped he and the Whitehouses might end up being even closer than they used to be.

“Want to drop my car off at the bakery and drive to my parents’ together?” Maddie asked as Naomi and her mother moved toward the rear of the church, following the rest of the family and friends already making their way toward the parking lot.

Jamison’s eyebrows lifted. “Does that mean we’re coming out of the closet?”

“Ha ha.” Maddie grinned. “No. It means Mick is making whiskey sours before dinner and I would like to have a few and not drive. Is that acceptable?”

“Of course.” Jamison hummed happily as he started up the aisle beside her, fighting the urge to put his arm around her waist. “Anything that involves you and whiskey is on my list of favorite things.”

Maddie laughed. “Yeah, well, I’ll do my best to behave. My parents get nervous when there are non-family-members around to observe my shenanigans. They don’t want me to let my hair down too much.”

“I love it when you let your hair down,” Jamison said softly. “Especially when you take all your clothes off and run into the ocean, first.”

Maddie spun around, walking backwards as she widened her eyes at him in a silent warning to cool it before they caught up with everyone else. He chuckled and nodded, forcing himself to keep his eyes on anything but Maddie as they crossed themselves and stepped outside, waving to friends and family as they started down the stairs. He knew his feelings for her must be showing on his face. He didn’t usually consider himself a transparent person, but he’d never loved anyone the way he loved Maddie.

What he’d felt for Wendy had been a pale imitation; he could see that now. It had been a crush on a friend that never should have gone as far as it did. A part of him wished he and Wendy were still friends, so he could call and apologize, but they hadn’t spoken since the day she told him she was going to make it work with Art and walked out of his apartment in Atlanta.

Now, it seemed ridiculous that he’d been so depressed about losing Wendy. Wendy was a beautiful, sexy, intelligent woman, but she was no Maddie.

“So I’ll see you at Icing in a few minutes?” Maddie asked when they reached his car.

“Yes ma’am,” Jamison said. “But park behind the bakery if you can find a spot.”

“Why?” Maddie asked, pausing to lift a hand to Naomi and Jake as they crossed the parking lot before turning back to him.

“Because I’m going to need to kiss you before we get to your parents’ house,” he said, voice rough, “or there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you all night.”

Maddie arched one brow, a naughty smile curving one side of her lips. “As if one kiss is ever enough. I know what you want, Jamison Hansen. You want a quickie.”

Jamison smiled, feeling guilty, though that wasn’t what he’d been thinking. “Not true. I said a kiss and I meant a kiss.”

Maddie hummed in a way that made it clear she wasn’t buying anything he was selling. “I think you’re full of it, but I did tell Naomi I was planning to change out of my church clothes, so I don’t suppose anyone will be suspicious if I arrive slightly rumpled in jeans and a Tee shirt.”

“No,” Jamison said, suddenly wanting to prove to Maddie that he was more than a one trick pony. He loved getting naked with her, but he was also happy to spend a night enjoying her company, without any sex involved. “I’ll take my kiss, and wait in the car while you change.”

Maddie frowned, an uncertain look creeping into her eyes. “Why? Is something wrong?”

Jamison shook his head. “Just trying to be on my best behavior, and make a good second impression on your parents. I’m sure they’d rather have you at the party sooner rather than later.”

Maddie cocked her head to one side, regarding him thoughtfully for a moment before she nodded. “Okay. Then I’ll see you in a few, and I’ll stay in my dress and just grab more comfortable shoes.”

“Good,” he said, opening the door to the Mustang. “Because you look beautiful in that dress.”

He got in and started the car, glancing into his rearview mirror in time to catch Maddie smiling a private smile before she turned and hurried to her car. It was a sweet, hopeful smile that made Jamison’s heart feel lighter. She was in love with him, and if his gut wasn’t telling lies, she’d be coming out of the relationship closet with him the day after her sister said her “I do’s.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HALFWAY THROUGH HER first whiskey sour, Maddie snuck into her parents’ kitchen and poured the rest of the drink down the drain.

Even with only a few sips in her, it was becoming obvious she wasn’t going to be able to keep from outing herself and Jamison if she allowed any more whiskey to enter her bloodstream. He looked too good, smelled too good, oozed too much raw, sensual, smolder-liciousness as he leaned against the railing on her parents’ back porch, a beer held lightly between his fingers and the setting sun catching the golden streaks in his hair.

He was like something straight out of a manly diet soda ad, or maybe a magazine advertisement for feminine lubricant or ribbed condoms or something naughty, but fun. He had taken sexy to an entirely new level tonight, and Maddie’s blood pressure was suffering as a result.

Jamison was smoking hot in a tee shirt and jeans, but in that black suit with the fitted waist and a muted silver tie, he looked good enough to devour whole.

Maddie couldn’t keep her eyes off of him, couldn’t keep from imagining all the trouble they could be getting up to with that silver tie if they were back in her apartment getting naked instead of hanging out at her parents’ house, waiting for the roast beef her mother put in the oven an hour too late to finally reach a temperature that wouldn’t give them all E. coli.

She’d teased Jamison about wanting a quickie, but now she was the one feeling itchy and unsettled, and wishing she’d worked harder to convince him that showing up ten minutes late to her parents’ house was no big deal.

“Probably becoming a sex addict,” Maddie mumbled as she fetched a light beer from the fridge.

“Talking to yourself?” Naomi’s voice came from behind her, making Maddie jump and her breath rush out.

“Geez,” she said, laughing as she shut the fridge door and turned to see Naomi refilling her lemonade glass from the glass dispenser on the island. “You scared me.”

“I’m getting good at sneaking around,” Naomi said with a grin. “When Noelle is napping, I can walk by her room and down the hall without a single floorboard squeaking.”

“Motherhood is turning you into a ninja.”

“It is,” Naomi agreed, glancing down at her lemonade glass before pinning Maddie with a more serious look. “And my ninja instincts are telling me something is wrong.”

Maddie frowned. “Other than the fact that Mom has no sense of timing when it comes to cooking meat and everyone is going to be wasted by the time dinner is served?”

“Yeah, something more than that. Something more…Maddie flavored,” Naomi said, making Maddie’s heart lurch.

She should have known she wouldn’t be able to hide the truth from Naomi for long. Naomi was like a bird of prey, sharp and focused and not the type to let the slightest sign of activity in her surroundings go uninvestigated, not even when she was sleep deprived and in the midst of organizing half a dozen major life events.

Maddie was preparing to spill her guts, and apologize for withholding information in the first place, when Naomi spoke again.

“Are you mad at me?”

Maddie blinked, surprised by the question “No, of course not. Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I’ve been a crappy sister lately,” Naomi said, setting her drink on the island with a sigh. “I’ve been so wrapped up in Jake and the baby that I’m losing touch with other people. I realized on the way here that you and I haven’t had a serious debriefing in weeks. I didn’t even know that your friend Dawn was moving to Atlanta until Lucy mentioned something yesterday, and I can’t remember the last time you bought a dress without at least texting me a picture first.”

“I mean, I love it,” Naomi hurried to add. “It’s perfect and you look beautiful, I just…feel like maybe I’ve been sending out signals that I’m not available to you and I feel rotten about it.”

“Don’t feel rotten,” Maddie said, feeling guilty that Naomi felt guilty.

Their lack of debriefing was as much her fault as Naomi’s. She’d been so consumed by her new relationship with Jamison that she’d been letting the rest of the world slip away.

“I know you’re busy, and I’m not mad at all,” she continued. “I may not be a mom, but I know having a newborn is a full-time job all on its own, without everything else you have on your plate. There will be plenty of time for us to catch up once Noelle is sleeping through the night and you’ve recovered from all the christening planning and wedding planning and honeymoon planning and all the other planning.”

Naomi nodded, but her forehead was still furrowed. “I know, but I don’t like feeling like there’s distance between us.”

Maddie crossed the room, setting her beer down to pull Naomi into her arms for a hug. “There, now there’s no distance.”

Naomi hugged her back, her laughter stirring Maddie’s hair. “I love you, Mad.”

“I love you too,” Maddie said, a wave of emotion making her chest tight as she gave Naomi a last hard squeeze.

“I’m glad you’re my baby’s godmother.” Naomi sniffed as they pulled away. “You looked so perfect holding her today. I kept thinking about when we were little and went to Mick’s christening and promised we’d be godmothers for each other’s babies when we grew up. Remember that?”

Maddie nodded, eyes beginning to sting. “I do.”

Naomi sniffed again. “I almost cried three times during the ceremony and twice on the way home.”

“Me too,” Maddie said. “And if you don’t stop with the sweet memories I’m definitely going to start crying now.”

Naomi laughed, blinking her eyes as she squeezed Maddie’s hand. “Okay, I’ll stop being sappy. I just…I appreciate you. I feel blessed to have you as my sister. I feel so good knowing Noelle will have an amazing person like you in her life.”

“Crap, that did it,” Maddie said, tears spilling down her cheeks even as she and Naomi both started to laugh.

“I’m sorry,” Naomi said, giggling and sniffing as she pulled Maddie in for another hug. “I can’t help it. I’m so emotional lately.”

Maddie pulled in a shaky breath, trying to stop the tears before her nose turned red. “It’s okay, but I’ve got to pull myself together. I’m all out of waterproof mascara; I’m wearing the cheap stuff that stings my eyes if it runs.”

“Well, we’re going to have to fix that before the wedding.” Naomi pulled away with a businesslike nod before reaching out to grab two napkins from the stack on the kitchen island and pressing them into Maddie’s hand. “I’ll order you some of the stuff I use from my friend in Miami. It’s waterproof, but not clumpy and it comes off with the tiniest bit of eye makeup remover.”

“Sounds great,” Maddie said, smiling as she put her arm around Naomi’s waist. “Now let’s go see if I can get mom to kick that roast up twenty degrees.”

“Sounds good.” Naomi hesitated, forehead wrinkling again as she leaned into Maddie and sniffed.

“What?” Maddie laughed. “Do I need new deodorant, too? It
was
hotter in the church than I thought it would be.”

Naomi shook her head. “No, it’s just…you smell like Jamison’s cologne.”

Maddie’s heart leapt back into her throat. “I do? That’s weird.” She shrugged. “Maybe it soaked into my clothes on the ride over.”

Or while I was rubbing all over him behind the bakery with my tongue halfway down his throat...

Naomi nodded. “That must be it.” She chuckled as she turned to grab her lemonade. “It’s just so funny. Back in high school you could always tell who Jamison had been making out with at a party by the smell. I don’t know what kind of cologne he wears, but it’s distinctive.”