Brooks could be a patient man, but in the solitude of the moment, he felt the heat pooling in his chest, right beneath her hand. It wouldn't be long before they wouldn't have to wait on anyone or anything, he kept telling himself that.

His hands had wandered up her waist, thumb brushing against the neckline of her dress. He wanted nothing more than to indulge in more, but a noise in the hallway startled him and he leaned back, annoyed and amused. "Not soon enough," he mumbled and reluctantly pulled his hands off his fiancée.