upset about.
“We have a
missing groomsman.”
On the list of
potential wedding day snags, this isn’t the absolute worst thing that could
happen, but it’s not great. The groom won’t care if he’s a buddy short. The
bride, however, might throw a shit fit. Best to deal with it if we can.
“Okay, was he at
the rehearsal?”
“Yes, but he was
totally uninterested. And now he’s not here !” Sierra is starting to
panic, and I’m afraid the guests will hear.
“What’s his
name?” I ask her calmly, taking a deep breath myself.
“Andrew. Drew, I
think.”
I let out my
breath in a sigh of relief. Drew is not the best man. That might have posed
more of a problem.
“Okay, I’ll look
for Drew. You smile and stay calm.”
On the hunt for
a shiny vest and tie, I stealthily make my way toward the men’s dressing rooms.
I find three handsome men decked out in purple accessories. I should have four.
“Hey, guys,” I
say with a big smile planted on my face. No reason to have anyone thinking
something is wrong.
“Hey, wedding
planner!”
They are loud
and smiling like idiots. I pray they haven’t been drinking.
“Wow, in unison.
Impressive. Do we have a missing person?”
Craig, the best
man, snorts. “That’d be Drew. He’d be late to his own funeral.”
The guys laugh
loudly. I smile patiently and wait for the joke to pass.
“Could one of
you call him? I need to know if he’s planning on making an appearance.”
They all reach
for their phones and press buttons.
“Straight to
voice mail,” John, one of the groomsmen, announces.
The others nod.
“Fantastic. Will
you keep trying him? Send me a text or give me a call if you reach him?”
I give the guys
my number before heading out into the hallway. Organ music wafts through the
air as I head past the classrooms and toward the door that leads to the
memorial garden. This church is one of my favorite wedding sites because of the
rose bushes and wild flowers that grow there. It’s a peaceful place with
benches and tiny waterfalls. It is the perfect place to get away from the
craziness of a wedding day.
And that’s where
I find him.
Since I skipped
the rehearsal, I wouldn’t know he was a groomsman if not for the tuxedo. He
doesn’t see me, so I take a minute to just stare at the gorgeous man who looks
as if he’d rather be anywhere but here. He’s broad-shouldered with dark brown
hair that’s cropped close. He’s clean cut and hot—two characteristics that
typically make my mouth water.
This time is no
exception.
“Drew?” My voice
remains calm. I don’t want to scare him and have him running away from this
wedding.
He looks up, and
I find myself staring into a pair of deep brown eyes. His gaze travels over me.
I’m dressed professionally in my button blazer, pencil skirt, and pumps, but
he’s staring at me as if I’m wearing fishnet stockings and stilettos. Now, I
know I’m not ugly. I do what I can to maintain my figure, and I think I do a
fairly good job. But the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like the hottest
woman in the world. As that thought passes, my imagination kicks into
overdrive, visualizing his body—hot, naked, and hard—as he pins me against the
church wall and fucks me senseless.
Focus, Lily. You
have a job to do.
I let him stare
a second longer before I finally clear my throat and speak into the headset.
“Sierra, I’ve
found him. Alert the guys.”
He laughs
bitterly. “Yes, call off the posse. The rogue groomsman has been found.”
His voice is
deep and low, making my stomach clench and my panties get a little damp.
Is there
anything unattractive about this guy?
I take a deep
breath to steady myself before joining him on the bench.
“How’d you find
me?” he asks.
“The purple vest
kind of gives you away.”
“And you are?”
“My name is
Lily. I’m the wedding planner.”
He scrutinizes
my face. “You’re not the girl from last night. I remember her vividly because
she
“We have a
missing groomsman.”
On the list of
potential wedding day snags, this isn’t the absolute worst thing that could
happen, but it’s not great. The groom won’t care if he’s a buddy short. The
bride, however, might throw a shit fit. Best to deal with it if we can.
“Okay, was he at
the rehearsal?”
“Yes, but he was
totally uninterested. And now he’s not here !” Sierra is starting to
panic, and I’m afraid the guests will hear.
“What’s his
name?” I ask her calmly, taking a deep breath myself.
“Andrew. Drew, I
think.”
I let out my
breath in a sigh of relief. Drew is not the best man. That might have posed
more of a problem.
“Okay, I’ll look
for Drew. You smile and stay calm.”
On the hunt for
a shiny vest and tie, I stealthily make my way toward the men’s dressing rooms.
I find three handsome men decked out in purple accessories. I should have four.
“Hey, guys,” I
say with a big smile planted on my face. No reason to have anyone thinking
something is wrong.
“Hey, wedding
planner!”
They are loud
and smiling like idiots. I pray they haven’t been drinking.
“Wow, in unison.
Impressive. Do we have a missing person?”
Craig, the best
man, snorts. “That’d be Drew. He’d be late to his own funeral.”
The guys laugh
loudly. I smile patiently and wait for the joke to pass.
“Could one of
you call him? I need to know if he’s planning on making an appearance.”
They all reach
for their phones and press buttons.
“Straight to
voice mail,” John, one of the groomsmen, announces.
The others nod.
“Fantastic. Will
you keep trying him? Send me a text or give me a call if you reach him?”
I give the guys
my number before heading out into the hallway. Organ music wafts through the
air as I head past the classrooms and toward the door that leads to the
memorial garden. This church is one of my favorite wedding sites because of the
rose bushes and wild flowers that grow there. It’s a peaceful place with
benches and tiny waterfalls. It is the perfect place to get away from the
craziness of a wedding day.
And that’s where
I find him.
Since I skipped
the rehearsal, I wouldn’t know he was a groomsman if not for the tuxedo. He
doesn’t see me, so I take a minute to just stare at the gorgeous man who looks
as if he’d rather be anywhere but here. He’s broad-shouldered with dark brown
hair that’s cropped close. He’s clean cut and hot—two characteristics that
typically make my mouth water.
This time is no
exception.
“Drew?” My voice
remains calm. I don’t want to scare him and have him running away from this
wedding.
He looks up, and
I find myself staring into a pair of deep brown eyes. His gaze travels over me.
I’m dressed professionally in my button blazer, pencil skirt, and pumps, but
he’s staring at me as if I’m wearing fishnet stockings and stilettos. Now, I
know I’m not ugly. I do what I can to maintain my figure, and I think I do a
fairly good job. But the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like the hottest
woman in the world. As that thought passes, my imagination kicks into
overdrive, visualizing his body—hot, naked, and hard—as he pins me against the
church wall and fucks me senseless.
Focus, Lily. You
have a job to do.
I let him stare
a second longer before I finally clear my throat and speak into the headset.
“Sierra, I’ve
found him. Alert the guys.”
He laughs
bitterly. “Yes, call off the posse. The rogue groomsman has been found.”
His voice is
deep and low, making my stomach clench and my panties get a little damp.
Is there
anything unattractive about this guy?
I take a deep
breath to steady myself before joining him on the bench.
“How’d you find
me?” he asks.
“The purple vest
kind of gives you away.”
“And you are?”
“My name is
Lily. I’m the wedding planner.”
He scrutinizes
my face. “You’re not the girl from last night. I remember her vividly because
she
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