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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and are not to be
construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, businesses,
or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental
Copyright © 2013 by Andria Large. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not
be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written
permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, 2013
Kindle Direct Publishing
First, I want to say thank you to my husband and my girls, who have been nothing but supportive
of me. Second, I want to give a shout out to my friend, Jessica Carroll, who started me on this crazy
journey; without her and her blog, no one would have ever heard about the Beck Brothers. And last
but not least, to my editor, Megan Hershenson, who worked tirelessly, to make my work sound better
and more professional. And of course, thanks to all my fans, I love you all!!!
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 1
Quinn sighed heavily as he stared down at the invitation in front of him. He hoped Sebastian
forgot about their little conversation a few months ago, but no, of course he didn’t. He even put
her damn name on the invitation.
Quinn read the envelope again.
Mr. Quinn Beck & Ms. Margot Leclair
He was so freaking screwed. Quinn took a deep breath and got up from his drafting
table. Margot was sitting at her desk designing a hotel room on her computer. He walked over
and stopped in front of her. She had her chin resting in her palm as she clicked away on her
mouse. He tapped the invitation against his leg nervously. He really didn’t want to do this.
“Margot?” Quinn murmured quietly.
Margot clicked a few more times before looking up at him, a small smile on her pretty face.
“Oui?” she replied. ‘Oui’ was one of the few French words that Quinn actually knew.
Quinn cleared his throat. “ brother’s wedding is coming up and...uh...well...” he
stammered, like a fool. Quinn sighed heavily and held out the envelope with the invitation in it
toward her.
Margot gave him a quizzical look and took the envelope. She looked at it in confusion at
first, before smiling wide. She covered her mouth with her hand as she started giggling. Quinn
scowled down at her, as her amused gaze lifted to meet his.
“Your brother do you say?
with you, non?” Margot grinned.
Quinn nodded. “He told me the night that he met you that I better bring you or I wasn’t
Margot laughed and bit her bottom lip, trying to stop herself. “I am sorry. I do not mean to
laugh. It is very comical, though,” she said.
Quinn rolled his eyes. He was going to kill Sebastian for this.
She looked at the invitation then back up at him, her smile fading. “You do not want to take
me,” she said, sounding more like a statement rather than a question.
Quinn watched her for a moment. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She had closed off
her face, impassive even. It was so unlike her, that he knew it was an act. Could she possibly be
upset? Did she seriously want to go with him?
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