Jill Shalvis - Bared

She couldn’t stop staring. “My God. This is…me.”

“Yep.”

She flipped to the next page, having to smile at the red halter top and denim shorts that made her look…well, hot. “Wow.”

“Look at the rest. It’s amazing.”

Emma turned the pages and examined each one. By the time she was done, she was grinning. Laughing, she set the calendar aside long enough to step into her wedding dress-with Amber’s help. Grabbing up the calendar again, she said, “Let’s go. I want to show Rafe.”

“Not before the wedding! It’s bad luck.”

That had Emma laughing even harder. “Are you kidding? This calendar is our good luck charm. I bet he’s in his dressing room swearing at his tux as he tries to get into it after months and months of never wearing more than a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Are you coming?”

Amber linked her arm into her sister’s. “And miss out on the chance to see the groom, and hopefully his best man-soon to be my groom-in their skivvies? Let’s go, sis.”

And off Emma went, calendar in one hand, her sister in the other, to see her husband-to-be. Off to the rest of her life.