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next to her. Hot, sleek and very tempting.
    "Very impressive. ‘64 Mustang, eight cylinder, isn't it?"
    "You know cars?"
    A soft flutter of laughter broke the hush. “Don't sound so surprised. Women can be ‘into’ cars, just as much as men."
    "I know. I just didn't expect it."
    "Why? Don't I look like a petrol head?"
    "No, more like a prim little nun. A good girl,” he confirmed. He looked at her then. Really looked. Slow and deliberate. His hands slid through her hair, draping it over him. A veil of golden silk; such a sensual act that she held her breath. It also exposed vulnerability in her, that until now, Taylor refused to acknowledge.
    She wondered what Cade saw. The real her? Or the sensible girl, the façade she enacted for everyone, including her family. Had he been able to bridge the gap between? Did she want him to?
    To Cade Harper, she was a prim little girl, about to be bad.
    Without speaking, Cade opened the car door, and she slid in, careful not to get too close. However, once seated Taylor wasn't so sure accepting his offer was a good idea. The interior was small and far too intimate and only served to fire her wayward hormones.
    In clipped tones, she gave him her address and retreated into silence.
    As the car eased out of the car park, excitement, fear and anticipation all rolled into one coursed through her veins. It forced Taylor to focus on emotions she'd never experienced before, and she felt totally inadequate. Nothing in her life had prepared her for Cade. Being engaged to Rob held nothing on being taken for a ride by Cade Harper.
    And there lay her problem.
    "So how come wedding planning? Don't the couple and their families do that?” Cade asked as they drove through the silent suburb.
    Her tension eased with a sigh of relief. This was her forte, and at last she could relax. “In the past, yes. But today people want something different."
    "And you can give it to them?” he questioned. Although Cade drove, Taylor read the true interest in his expression. She smiled, and then chuckled with laughter.
    "What?” And he gave her a comical expression. “What did I say wrong?"
    "Nothing. It's just the same expression I've seen many times before. The grooms would be happy with a tent and few beers, then the bride gets some ideas, and it's never the same again. Horrified groom versus excited bride."
    "So what do you do?"
    "Dr. Phil says if the ‘wife ain't happy, then neither will anyone else be'. So seems to me there's a bit of meeting in the middle to get it sorted."
    Cade looked suitably appalled, then refocused on the road. “And does it—get sorted I mean?"
    "Mostly."
    "So what sort of weddings, besides expensive, do you conjure up for ‘happy’ couples?"
    "Fantasy, of course,” she said proudly. “I create fantasies and give the couple the dream wedding they've always wanted."
    Cade brought the Mustang to a halt right outside her house. The night-light switched on automatically. Taylor frowned. No necking on the doorstep. She'd have to get rid of that light first thing in the morning.
    He switched the engine off, and suddenly everything was silent.
    "What about your dreams, Taylor?"
    Her stomach clenched. “I haven't got any."
    "None?"
    "No.” Not any more. She wouldn't allow herself to dream, and uncomfortable with his questioning, she stared out the window at the night.
    "You like Devonport?” Cade asked, looking around at the character houses. “It seems a nice suburb."
    "Mm, I like the close-knit community. It's the oldest suburb, so a sense of unity has built up over many years."
    "Not afraid of the ghost on Mt. Victoria?"
    "Never seen it, so how can I be afraid of it?"
    "But you're afraid of me,” he stated.
    Taylor looked at him. Was she? She eyed his strong hands. She'd already felt their touch, knew what they could do to her. She imagined them touching her, again. Everywhere. “No, I'm not afraid of you, Cade. Only of what I don't know."
    "And you think you know