to know us.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I met someone else on the site, and we are exploring the possibilities. Aside from that, I’m also just not interested in a relationship with two guys at one time.”
Evan and Grant exchanged concerned glances.
“But we…” Evan started to say something but Grant stopped him.
“I see. Well, let’s be friends for now, then,” Grant said. “We saw you come in with Vic. Will he be driving you to the reception, or can we give you a ride?”
“A ride would be great.” There was no reason Vic should have to taxi me everywhere. “Let me just go find him and let him know.”
As I left the two men, I overheard Grant say to Evan, “don’t push her…give her time.”
I shook my head. Underneath their ragamuffin exteriors, they did seem like really nice guys. But they could have all the time in the world. Something between us—the three of us—was just not going to happen!
CHAPTER SIX
The drive over to Kane’s Bar and Grill was a short one. Grant drove and I sat up front with him while Evan kept us entertained, singing from the backseat. The two men had an easy banter with one another and it was obvious they were very close—so close they finished each other’s sentences. Grant tended to be more serious, but Evan brought an easygoing tone to the relationship. It was easy to see why they needed a share-bear pact. They had that close of a bond.
As we walked into Kane’s Bar and Grill, I admired the beach themed decorations Sherry had chosen for her wedding reception. “Look how cute!” I pointed my finger at one of the metal sand buckets on the table. The flicker of a candle glinted off the metallic surface, illuminating it.
“Sherry did a great job!” Evan said. “I love the seashells in the glass bowls.” He pointed at a tall glass jar filled with tiny shells. There were several in the room and they lent a dramatic feel. The theme was beachy but elegant.
“Whoa, look at the spread,” Evan sniffed, his nostrils flaring as he pointed towards the buffet table. It was piled with fried chicken, ribs, country ham, corn, deviled eggs, creamy coleslaw, rolls and butter, chips, dip, and much more.
My stomach was growling. I couldn’t wait to dig in.
“Come look at this, Judith.” Grant took my hand in his and led me over to the cake table. “This is one of the desserts we made for Sherry.”
“Oh wow! It’s beautiful!” The wedding cake on the table was truly a piece of art.
“It’s several round layers of vanilla cake covered in a rich fondant icing,” Evan said.
I pointed to the strategically placed small shells and sea horses that decorated the cake, “and the shells and sea horses?”
“They’re all made from sugar and are edible,” Grant said proudly. “Here we have a small cake in the shape of a seashell for Sherry and Adrian to take home.” He lifted up a lovely, small cake near the big one so that I could see it clearly. “They can freeze it and eat it next year on their anniversary.”
“It’s so pretty, yum!”
“And we made cupcakes,” Grant pointed to a metal cart nearby. It held dozens of tasty looking cupcakes iced in shades of cream and peach. Each of the little cakes boasted a small shell or seahorse decoration.
“Oh my God, they look delicious!”
“Try one,” Grant said, holding out one of the cakes.
“The bride hasn’t cut the cake yet.” I moaned biting my lip. It was so tempting.
“It’s a cupcake, not the wedding cake, so it’s no big deal.”
I glanced over toward where Sherry and Adrian were standing. They looked over the moon with happiness. I licked my lips. “I can’t resist.” I took the cupcake from Grant and took a long lick of the icing, swirling my tongue around my lips to soak up every drop.
Evan moved closer to me and placed his thumb against my mouth. “You missed a spot,” he said throatily.
I swallowed. His touch felt so good it surprised me. The sensation I felt
I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I met someone else on the site, and we are exploring the possibilities. Aside from that, I’m also just not interested in a relationship with two guys at one time.”
Evan and Grant exchanged concerned glances.
“But we…” Evan started to say something but Grant stopped him.
“I see. Well, let’s be friends for now, then,” Grant said. “We saw you come in with Vic. Will he be driving you to the reception, or can we give you a ride?”
“A ride would be great.” There was no reason Vic should have to taxi me everywhere. “Let me just go find him and let him know.”
As I left the two men, I overheard Grant say to Evan, “don’t push her…give her time.”
I shook my head. Underneath their ragamuffin exteriors, they did seem like really nice guys. But they could have all the time in the world. Something between us—the three of us—was just not going to happen!
CHAPTER SIX
The drive over to Kane’s Bar and Grill was a short one. Grant drove and I sat up front with him while Evan kept us entertained, singing from the backseat. The two men had an easy banter with one another and it was obvious they were very close—so close they finished each other’s sentences. Grant tended to be more serious, but Evan brought an easygoing tone to the relationship. It was easy to see why they needed a share-bear pact. They had that close of a bond.
As we walked into Kane’s Bar and Grill, I admired the beach themed decorations Sherry had chosen for her wedding reception. “Look how cute!” I pointed my finger at one of the metal sand buckets on the table. The flicker of a candle glinted off the metallic surface, illuminating it.
“Sherry did a great job!” Evan said. “I love the seashells in the glass bowls.” He pointed at a tall glass jar filled with tiny shells. There were several in the room and they lent a dramatic feel. The theme was beachy but elegant.
“Whoa, look at the spread,” Evan sniffed, his nostrils flaring as he pointed towards the buffet table. It was piled with fried chicken, ribs, country ham, corn, deviled eggs, creamy coleslaw, rolls and butter, chips, dip, and much more.
My stomach was growling. I couldn’t wait to dig in.
“Come look at this, Judith.” Grant took my hand in his and led me over to the cake table. “This is one of the desserts we made for Sherry.”
“Oh wow! It’s beautiful!” The wedding cake on the table was truly a piece of art.
“It’s several round layers of vanilla cake covered in a rich fondant icing,” Evan said.
I pointed to the strategically placed small shells and sea horses that decorated the cake, “and the shells and sea horses?”
“They’re all made from sugar and are edible,” Grant said proudly. “Here we have a small cake in the shape of a seashell for Sherry and Adrian to take home.” He lifted up a lovely, small cake near the big one so that I could see it clearly. “They can freeze it and eat it next year on their anniversary.”
“It’s so pretty, yum!”
“And we made cupcakes,” Grant pointed to a metal cart nearby. It held dozens of tasty looking cupcakes iced in shades of cream and peach. Each of the little cakes boasted a small shell or seahorse decoration.
“Oh my God, they look delicious!”
“Try one,” Grant said, holding out one of the cakes.
“The bride hasn’t cut the cake yet.” I moaned biting my lip. It was so tempting.
“It’s a cupcake, not the wedding cake, so it’s no big deal.”
I glanced over toward where Sherry and Adrian were standing. They looked over the moon with happiness. I licked my lips. “I can’t resist.” I took the cupcake from Grant and took a long lick of the icing, swirling my tongue around my lips to soak up every drop.
Evan moved closer to me and placed his thumb against my mouth. “You missed a spot,” he said throatily.
I swallowed. His touch felt so good it surprised me. The sensation I felt
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