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insulting the ugly, no-talent member of the Legend family and go kiss up to all the rest of them.”
“What? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ellen? Why so much hostility? I gave you a compliment.”
I spun on my heel, and teetered on the stair. The cool railing beneath my palm stopped me from tumbling down the staircase and falling on my rear. “If that is your idea of a compliment, then I completely understand why you’re here without a date.”
“What are you talking about?” He tugged on the cuffs of his dress shirt. “There are plenty of ladies who’d love to be here with the Webz. I simply prefer to go stag to weddings.”
“Really? You might be good at selling that story to your clients, but it’s not working on me.”
“Babe…” Webber lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’ll have you know the best and the easiest piece of ass is always found at a wedding. And that is not a word of a lie. Every single woman here will drink the Kool-Aid today.” He tilted his hand as though sucking down a glass of liquor.
What was he—a mime now too? I knew teenaged boys who were more sophisticated than this guy.
“The girlies all want to get married, and today they will remember why. Easy pickings for a guy like me.”
“Okay, Webzie , you go enjoy your easy pickings. I’m sure whomever you go home with tonight will wake up tomorrow morning feeling pretty darn proud that she went home with you. Of course, that is assuming there is someone here who is interested in your ‘Kool-Aid.’” With that I turned my back on Webzie.
“Thanks, babe!” Webber called after me. “I always appreciate a compliment.”
I just kept moving. “The Webz” might be great at being an agent, but he definitely didn’t understand an insult when he heard one.
I walked into the bridal suite, my lips pressed together as I tried not to cringe at the sickly-sweet smell of hairspray and body lotion.
“You look angry.” Amanda handed me a glass of champagne.
“Nope. Just shocked by the things that come out of Webber’s mouth.”
Amanda smiled and nodded her head. “He’s harmless. Actually, he’s sweet too. Poor guy. I’ve always thought if he’d find the right girl he’d be a completely different person.”
“Who are we gossiping about?” Lane walked toward us. She upended her glass of champagne and snagged another one.
“Webber, the Webz, Webzie if you know him,” I said.
“Oh yes, Webber. Friend to all women, hater of commitment.” Lane smiled. “One of these days he’s going to get hit so hard by love he isn’t going to be able to pick himself up off the floor.”
I took a drink of my champagne. “I can’t imagine what kind of woman would go for his line of bull, but I, for one, can’t wait to meet her.”
“To Webber’s future girlfriend.” Amanda lifted her glass and Lane and I joined her in the toast. “May we all get a chance to know her.” We clinked glasses and drank our champagne. None of us realized that Webber’s future girlfriend had been in the room with us all along.
Chapter 6
Webber
“Steve, my man, I have the biggest series for you.” Steve was four bourbons and two scotches tight. He’d fallen off the AA wagon somewhere around the end of last year. I guessed he had another three months before he started his uphill hike back to sobriety. A blonde, maybe a quarter of Steve’s age, was molded to his side while two bouncing beauties eyed him from the bar. Damn, it must be good to be king.
“Did you see my girls, Webber?” He waved his drink toward the dance floor, and I turned to where arguably three of the hottest ladies in the world were rocking out to Maroon 5’s cover of Aerosmith.
“Yes. Yes, I did, sir. Might I compliment you on your outrageously good-looking gene pool. Beauty, talent…” My gaze landed on Ellen. Big Boy took notice. “And brains.”
Helloooo, nurse! Down Big Boy, what the hell? Ellen? My body was zinging for Ellen? Seriously a no-fly zone. Daddy
“What? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ellen? Why so much hostility? I gave you a compliment.”
I spun on my heel, and teetered on the stair. The cool railing beneath my palm stopped me from tumbling down the staircase and falling on my rear. “If that is your idea of a compliment, then I completely understand why you’re here without a date.”
“What are you talking about?” He tugged on the cuffs of his dress shirt. “There are plenty of ladies who’d love to be here with the Webz. I simply prefer to go stag to weddings.”
“Really? You might be good at selling that story to your clients, but it’s not working on me.”
“Babe…” Webber lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’ll have you know the best and the easiest piece of ass is always found at a wedding. And that is not a word of a lie. Every single woman here will drink the Kool-Aid today.” He tilted his hand as though sucking down a glass of liquor.
What was he—a mime now too? I knew teenaged boys who were more sophisticated than this guy.
“The girlies all want to get married, and today they will remember why. Easy pickings for a guy like me.”
“Okay, Webzie , you go enjoy your easy pickings. I’m sure whomever you go home with tonight will wake up tomorrow morning feeling pretty darn proud that she went home with you. Of course, that is assuming there is someone here who is interested in your ‘Kool-Aid.’” With that I turned my back on Webzie.
“Thanks, babe!” Webber called after me. “I always appreciate a compliment.”
I just kept moving. “The Webz” might be great at being an agent, but he definitely didn’t understand an insult when he heard one.
I walked into the bridal suite, my lips pressed together as I tried not to cringe at the sickly-sweet smell of hairspray and body lotion.
“You look angry.” Amanda handed me a glass of champagne.
“Nope. Just shocked by the things that come out of Webber’s mouth.”
Amanda smiled and nodded her head. “He’s harmless. Actually, he’s sweet too. Poor guy. I’ve always thought if he’d find the right girl he’d be a completely different person.”
“Who are we gossiping about?” Lane walked toward us. She upended her glass of champagne and snagged another one.
“Webber, the Webz, Webzie if you know him,” I said.
“Oh yes, Webber. Friend to all women, hater of commitment.” Lane smiled. “One of these days he’s going to get hit so hard by love he isn’t going to be able to pick himself up off the floor.”
I took a drink of my champagne. “I can’t imagine what kind of woman would go for his line of bull, but I, for one, can’t wait to meet her.”
“To Webber’s future girlfriend.” Amanda lifted her glass and Lane and I joined her in the toast. “May we all get a chance to know her.” We clinked glasses and drank our champagne. None of us realized that Webber’s future girlfriend had been in the room with us all along.
Chapter 6
Webber
“Steve, my man, I have the biggest series for you.” Steve was four bourbons and two scotches tight. He’d fallen off the AA wagon somewhere around the end of last year. I guessed he had another three months before he started his uphill hike back to sobriety. A blonde, maybe a quarter of Steve’s age, was molded to his side while two bouncing beauties eyed him from the bar. Damn, it must be good to be king.
“Did you see my girls, Webber?” He waved his drink toward the dance floor, and I turned to where arguably three of the hottest ladies in the world were rocking out to Maroon 5’s cover of Aerosmith.
“Yes. Yes, I did, sir. Might I compliment you on your outrageously good-looking gene pool. Beauty, talent…” My gaze landed on Ellen. Big Boy took notice. “And brains.”
Helloooo, nurse! Down Big Boy, what the hell? Ellen? My body was zinging for Ellen? Seriously a no-fly zone. Daddy
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