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today, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was the one missing out on something—something he couldn’t even put his finger on.
Lindsay and Keith made their way to the table to cut the simple wedding cake, which was decorated with their luscious strawberries. At first he thought sunshine was reflecting off the ornate silver knife but as they plunged it into the cake and Lindsay bent her head down to kiss Keith, he heard a very familiar voice say, “Perfect.”
His head jerked around so fast it hurt. Erin Davis was kneeling on the ground with her camera tilted upward, capturing the traditionally iconic moment at a very untraditional wedding.
Dressed remarkably unobtrusively given her usual explosion of color, she wore black pants, a black silk blouse and ballet flats. She could have easily been mistaken for one of the waitstaff from the Silver Birch Supper Club, which is probably why he hadn’t noticed her. But he was noticing her now. His mind instantly pictured black lace. Lace he knew nestled under a deceptively simple black camisole which the sheer silk skated over. Every movement of the material teased the eye, and there was a lot of movement as she continuously adjusted her position and her camera to capture the moment. Every part of her was completely focused on the bride and groom.
He realized he was staring and tore his gaze away. What the hell was wrong with him? He was at a wedding, surrounded by women so there was absolutely no reason for him to be mentally undressing Erin Davis, especially when she was wearing more clothes than most of the female guests. He turned toward the champagne-and-strawberries group of women who were well primed and ready for a good time. Surely one of them was from out of town and ready to be physically undressed. The time had come for him to get his game on and douse this crazy reaction to an equally crazy photographer.
He stopped a waiter, relieved him of his tray of drinks and then strode over to the group with a wide smile on his face. “Ladies, so sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Chapter Four
“Thanks for starting, Wade.” Buzzed with champagne and wedding cake, along with the promise of an evening with Marlene from Madison, who he had plans to meet at the Udder Bar, Luke was seriously late for afternoon milking. He’d given Brett the night off milking so he could enjoy the after-wedding party, which had already started and would probably continue until midnight.
“No problem,” Wade said. “It’s good to keep my hand in but I can only stay an hour because the B and B’s full tonight. I’m loving this wedding-business idea and my business is benefiting.” He deftly attached the milking machine to a cow’s udder. “I’m guessing my cleaner didn’t show?”
“No.” Luke blocked the recalcitrant memory of Erin which instantly popped into his head at the mention of the cleaner and he immediately changed the subject to block the thought. “How was the antiques fair?”
Wade’s eyes lit up. “I bought a beautiful Victorian chair for the honeymoon suite.”
Luke smiled. Wade loved antique furniture and cooking, but with his beefy build and utilitarian clothing, people often thought at first glance that he was the farmer. Luke enjoyed the incongruity. “Are you sure you want a valuable chair in a honeymoon suite? It might get used for more than sitting in.”
“Furniture should be used and it’s good to know that at least there are people out there getting some, unlike the two Anderson brothers.” Wade gave a wry smile. “Did you meet anyone at the wedding?”
“A Marlene,” he said quickly against the image of Erin’s compact body in black silk and lace which hovered on the edge of his mind. “I’m going to meet her later.” It had taken Luke a few years to feel comfortable asking Wade about his love life, but with maturity came perspective and as long as Wade didn’t give him any details or ask him to match-make, he could cope.
Lindsay and Keith made their way to the table to cut the simple wedding cake, which was decorated with their luscious strawberries. At first he thought sunshine was reflecting off the ornate silver knife but as they plunged it into the cake and Lindsay bent her head down to kiss Keith, he heard a very familiar voice say, “Perfect.”
His head jerked around so fast it hurt. Erin Davis was kneeling on the ground with her camera tilted upward, capturing the traditionally iconic moment at a very untraditional wedding.
Dressed remarkably unobtrusively given her usual explosion of color, she wore black pants, a black silk blouse and ballet flats. She could have easily been mistaken for one of the waitstaff from the Silver Birch Supper Club, which is probably why he hadn’t noticed her. But he was noticing her now. His mind instantly pictured black lace. Lace he knew nestled under a deceptively simple black camisole which the sheer silk skated over. Every movement of the material teased the eye, and there was a lot of movement as she continuously adjusted her position and her camera to capture the moment. Every part of her was completely focused on the bride and groom.
He realized he was staring and tore his gaze away. What the hell was wrong with him? He was at a wedding, surrounded by women so there was absolutely no reason for him to be mentally undressing Erin Davis, especially when she was wearing more clothes than most of the female guests. He turned toward the champagne-and-strawberries group of women who were well primed and ready for a good time. Surely one of them was from out of town and ready to be physically undressed. The time had come for him to get his game on and douse this crazy reaction to an equally crazy photographer.
He stopped a waiter, relieved him of his tray of drinks and then strode over to the group with a wide smile on his face. “Ladies, so sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Chapter Four
“Thanks for starting, Wade.” Buzzed with champagne and wedding cake, along with the promise of an evening with Marlene from Madison, who he had plans to meet at the Udder Bar, Luke was seriously late for afternoon milking. He’d given Brett the night off milking so he could enjoy the after-wedding party, which had already started and would probably continue until midnight.
“No problem,” Wade said. “It’s good to keep my hand in but I can only stay an hour because the B and B’s full tonight. I’m loving this wedding-business idea and my business is benefiting.” He deftly attached the milking machine to a cow’s udder. “I’m guessing my cleaner didn’t show?”
“No.” Luke blocked the recalcitrant memory of Erin which instantly popped into his head at the mention of the cleaner and he immediately changed the subject to block the thought. “How was the antiques fair?”
Wade’s eyes lit up. “I bought a beautiful Victorian chair for the honeymoon suite.”
Luke smiled. Wade loved antique furniture and cooking, but with his beefy build and utilitarian clothing, people often thought at first glance that he was the farmer. Luke enjoyed the incongruity. “Are you sure you want a valuable chair in a honeymoon suite? It might get used for more than sitting in.”
“Furniture should be used and it’s good to know that at least there are people out there getting some, unlike the two Anderson brothers.” Wade gave a wry smile. “Did you meet anyone at the wedding?”
“A Marlene,” he said quickly against the image of Erin’s compact body in black silk and lace which hovered on the edge of his mind. “I’m going to meet her later.” It had taken Luke a few years to feel comfortable asking Wade about his love life, but with maturity came perspective and as long as Wade didn’t give him any details or ask him to match-make, he could cope.
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