his arm. “Keegan, the dress is exquisite. The lace is perfect, and the crystals will dazzle. I try it on every night.”
He chuckled. Just like his sister to forge ahead with what was most important to her—jewelry and clothes. “I still think there’s something to this wedding cake thing. She did the Fuller wedding two years ago, and they’re now divorced. Their cake was simple, whereas the Salzer wedding cake was ornate and extravagant. There were even cupcakes, and they’re still married.”
She patted his cheek. “Only you would worry about the statistics of our friends’ marriages. What you need to do is find one of the bridesmaids and sleep with her.” She paused. “Or do you prefer one of the groomsmen?”
Heat touched his cheeks. With nearly a decade separating them, his love life was not a conversation he wanted to have with his sister.
He did prefer the soft, voluptuous curves of a woman, losing himself in her sweet, slick heat. The subtle scent of spiced vanilla teased his nostrils, and the image of a certain caramel-skinned woman drifted to his mind’s eye. He’d love to explore all that creamy flesh with his mouth and tongue, indulging in her nectar. It had been so long since they were together; he wondered if she’d taste as good as she smelled.
“In this day and age, one can never be presumptuous. Whatever your preference, I still love you.”
“That’s good to know, and none of the bridal party appeals to me.”
“Too bad. Sandra’s been eyeing you like a chocolate-covered berry.”
Keegan shuddered. Since the bridal party arrived at the family estate two days ago, he’d been playing keep-away from the maid of honor. Spending any length of time with the brunette lowered his IQ. Whoever said blondes were dumb hadn’t taken the time to know this particular brown-haired beauty. An ordinary conversation with Sandra was the equivalent of smashing his fingers in a door. How the woman obtained a medical degree, he’d never know. “I’d rather not,” he said. “How did you two become friends?”
“She’s a lot of fun when you get to know her.”
“I don’t have that type of time.” Or enough fingers. Although, a little fun with a certain caterer would be welcomed.
A loud crash emanated from the kitchen, the doors opened, and muffled swearing followed a harried and blushing Martha. She saw them and nodded. “The…um…caterer will make the changes.”
Keegan smothered a chuckle. Apparently, Martha hadn’t had much luck with the caterer’s temper either, and he wondered if Liz was still just as feisty outside the kitchen.
“I can just imagine how upset that dear woman is. She’s spent so much time helping me pick out the right dishes, and this change is last minute. I better go see if there’s anything I can do to help.”
He grabbed her arm as she headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll go check. You go mingle with your guests. This is your weekend. Your moment.”
She nodded. “You’re right.” A man of medium build wearing tennis whites and twirling a racket strolled by. “Hey, Christian. Wait up. I’ll walk to the courts with you.”
Keegan narrowed his gaze as he watched the two walk out arm in arm. His sister was awfully close to the best man. Another crash from the kitchen captured his attention. A faint smile creased his lips while his pulse pounded a hasty rhythm of anticipation. Time to see the caterer again.
* * * *
Liz hurried through the pantry. Her apron strings snagged the handle of one of several stacked pots, and they toppled to the floor before she had a chance to grab them.
“Great. Just great,” she muttered, stooping to retrieve the items. Like she didn’t have enough challenges already. If she’d been at the building that housed the catering company, she’d have had everything she needed, including Darling, the chef and owner who was an absolute whiz at preparing last-minute dishes. As it stood, Liz was on location, and all the meals
He chuckled. Just like his sister to forge ahead with what was most important to her—jewelry and clothes. “I still think there’s something to this wedding cake thing. She did the Fuller wedding two years ago, and they’re now divorced. Their cake was simple, whereas the Salzer wedding cake was ornate and extravagant. There were even cupcakes, and they’re still married.”
She patted his cheek. “Only you would worry about the statistics of our friends’ marriages. What you need to do is find one of the bridesmaids and sleep with her.” She paused. “Or do you prefer one of the groomsmen?”
Heat touched his cheeks. With nearly a decade separating them, his love life was not a conversation he wanted to have with his sister.
He did prefer the soft, voluptuous curves of a woman, losing himself in her sweet, slick heat. The subtle scent of spiced vanilla teased his nostrils, and the image of a certain caramel-skinned woman drifted to his mind’s eye. He’d love to explore all that creamy flesh with his mouth and tongue, indulging in her nectar. It had been so long since they were together; he wondered if she’d taste as good as she smelled.
“In this day and age, one can never be presumptuous. Whatever your preference, I still love you.”
“That’s good to know, and none of the bridal party appeals to me.”
“Too bad. Sandra’s been eyeing you like a chocolate-covered berry.”
Keegan shuddered. Since the bridal party arrived at the family estate two days ago, he’d been playing keep-away from the maid of honor. Spending any length of time with the brunette lowered his IQ. Whoever said blondes were dumb hadn’t taken the time to know this particular brown-haired beauty. An ordinary conversation with Sandra was the equivalent of smashing his fingers in a door. How the woman obtained a medical degree, he’d never know. “I’d rather not,” he said. “How did you two become friends?”
“She’s a lot of fun when you get to know her.”
“I don’t have that type of time.” Or enough fingers. Although, a little fun with a certain caterer would be welcomed.
A loud crash emanated from the kitchen, the doors opened, and muffled swearing followed a harried and blushing Martha. She saw them and nodded. “The…um…caterer will make the changes.”
Keegan smothered a chuckle. Apparently, Martha hadn’t had much luck with the caterer’s temper either, and he wondered if Liz was still just as feisty outside the kitchen.
“I can just imagine how upset that dear woman is. She’s spent so much time helping me pick out the right dishes, and this change is last minute. I better go see if there’s anything I can do to help.”
He grabbed her arm as she headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll go check. You go mingle with your guests. This is your weekend. Your moment.”
She nodded. “You’re right.” A man of medium build wearing tennis whites and twirling a racket strolled by. “Hey, Christian. Wait up. I’ll walk to the courts with you.”
Keegan narrowed his gaze as he watched the two walk out arm in arm. His sister was awfully close to the best man. Another crash from the kitchen captured his attention. A faint smile creased his lips while his pulse pounded a hasty rhythm of anticipation. Time to see the caterer again.
* * * *
Liz hurried through the pantry. Her apron strings snagged the handle of one of several stacked pots, and they toppled to the floor before she had a chance to grab them.
“Great. Just great,” she muttered, stooping to retrieve the items. Like she didn’t have enough challenges already. If she’d been at the building that housed the catering company, she’d have had everything she needed, including Darling, the chef and owner who was an absolute whiz at preparing last-minute dishes. As it stood, Liz was on location, and all the meals
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