CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ANNA
I sat down on the emerald green velvet settee, lounging like an old Hollywood starlet. "How about this one?"
"I feel like I should be feeding you grapes right now," Rowan replied.
I had to admit, the thought of Rowan doing just that sent a shiver down my spine. Or maybe it was because he was standing over me, looking all muscular and handsome and stupidly attractive. My heart started pounding. It was ridiculous, how easily affected I was by this man. He wasn't even touching me.
I sat up, so quickly that I had to wait a moment for the blood to return to my brain.
"Do they really need furniture for a wedding?" asked Rowan. He was poking at the arm of a leather sofa. "I thought tables and chairs were all that you needed for a wedding."
"Rowan, darling, we're creat
