Caught Between an Oops and a Hard Body (Caught Between series Book 2) Read Online Free

a patient sigh, Mandy led the way up the stairs and lowered her voice. “Dane and I want to wait a couple of years before we hear the pitter patter of tiny feet around the house. But once we’re married, I’m afraid Mom will up the pressure. I mean, look. We move to the Caribbean to get some freedom from family, and before we even get settled, they’re knocking at our door unannounced.”
    “I’m glad it’s you, not me.” Stephanie trudged up the stairs after her, tired, nauseous, and wanting nothing more than a bed and a nap. But this might be her only chance to have a private conversation with her sister. She went for the direct approach. “You and Dane…you’re kind of rushing the wedding, aren’t you? Why not wait till next year or the year after? Or just live with him until—”
    “Until what?”
    Until the inevitable split .
    Stephanie took one look at her sister’s expression and pressed her lips together. “Never mind.”
    “Okay, I won’t.” At the end of the hallway, Mandy opened a door and gestured Stephanie inside. “Mom is right. You have a sick view of marriage.”
    Stephanie sighed and gave a tug on the sweater. “Lately, I’ve been working with a lot of unhappy couples. Everything seems to start out great. But then the groom sleeps with the bridesmaids—”
    Amusement deepened the color of Mandy’s eyes. “You’re not planning to sleep with my guy, are you, sis?”
    “No, of course not.” She yanked the sweater up and over her head, and when she could see again, Mandy was staring at her chest with awe.
    “Wow, where did those come from?”
    Stephanie followed her   gaze down and frowned. “Pre-period bloat.”
    “Wowzer, I wish I bloated like that.”
    “No you don’t. It’s really bad this time.”
    Mandy glanced down at her own chest, then back at Stephanie’s, and with a shake of her head, refocused on her face. “Okay, well now, this changes things. I told the seamstress you were the same size as me, so that’s what she’s basing the alterations on the bridesmaids gown on.”
    Stripping off her slacks, she yanked the skirt off the bed and bent to pull it on. “After the wedding, maybe I should stop in and see her before I head back to Spokane.”
    “Good idea. I’ll give her a call and give her a heads up.” Mandy watched her struggle with the skirt zipper, then headed around back to help out. “Suck in your stomach so I can do up the button.”
    With a frown down at her waistline, Stephanie did as instructed. The rasp of the zipper was loud in the silent room.
    Mandy patted her waist. “There, you can let your breath out now.”
    The moment she did so, the waistband cut into her stomach. “Ouch, that’s uncomfortable. Undo it, will you?”
    “Huh, you really have put on a few pounds.” Mandy undid the button, held out the shirt for Stephanie to slip on, then went to rifle through the dresser drawers. Within seconds, she produced a safety pin. But once again, her gaze zeroed in on Stephanie’s chest. “I wish I had buttons that nearly popped once a month. It looks…sexy.”
    “It doesn’t feel sexy,” Stephanie grumbled. “My breasts are sore and tender, and my bra is too tight.”
    “Yeah, but Dane might really like the variety.”
    Stephanie grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a shake. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re stuck with him for the rest of your life. He’s stuck with you. What happens when the pre-wedding glow wears off—and trust me, it always does—and you have the next sixty years to spend with the same man?”
    “Comfort and companionship.” Mandy headed around behind Stephanie and lifted the edge of the shirt. “I’m looking forward to settling in with the same guy. So what if the fireworks fade? As long as we love each other, we’ll figure out the rest as we go along.”
    “You’re not going to change your mind, are you?”
    Mandy shook her head. “Nope.”
    Stephanie glanced at her watch. “I