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something, had asked, and he’d given. He’d believed in them, and he’d helped them make a dream a reality. It hadn’t been for percentages or with projections in mind. He’d done it because he loved them.
“Damn it.” Irritated with herself, she dragged a hand through her hair. She hated knowing she’d been unfair and bitchy and just plain stupid.
Del hadn’t deserved the things she said to him—and she’d said them because it was easier to be pissed at him than attracted to him. And finally, kissing him? Stupid wasn’t even close.
Now she had to make amends, cover her ass, and save face. That sort of hat trick wouldn’t be a snap.
But she was the one who’d crossed the line, and she was the one with feelings that had to be resolved. So she was the one who had to fix it.
She heard Parker cue the lighting of the unity candle and the vocal solo.Time’s up, she told herself. She’d figure out how to work the fix later.
S INCE SHE DIDN’T TRUST ANYONE ELSE TO PROPERLY CUT THE complicated design, Laurel stationed herself by the cake table. She waited while the bride and groom made the ceremonial first slice—where she’d instructed—and fed each other while Mac memorialized the moment. Then, while the music and dancing continued, she took over.
With a chef’s knife, she broke away the side decorations.
“Damn, that seems wrong.”
She glanced at Jack as she began to slice and transfer cake to serving plates. “It’s meant to be eaten.”
“I look at something like this and think, if I’d built it, I’d have to be far away when it was demolished. And I might still have to dab at a few tears.”
“It hurts the first few times, but then it’s not like building a house.You don’t do that knowing a wrecking ball’s going to swing into it eventually. Want a piece?”
“Damn right.”
“Hang on until we get the first couple of server trays filled.” Which, she concluded, would give her an opening to pump him for information. “So, Del’s not coming over to play with you tonight?”
“I think he’s got something going.”
Something female, she supposed. But that was none of her business, and not to the point.
“I guess you’re both too busy to hang out much these days.”
“Actually, we caught dinner Thursday night.”
After “The Kiss,” she thought. “So, what’s the news, what’s the gossip?” She slanted up a quick smile, trying to read his face.
“The Yankees are having a good month,” he said, and smiled back.
No awkwardness, she concluded, no smirkiness. She couldn’t decide whether to be insulted or relieved that Del hadn’t mentioned the incident to his closest friend.
“Here.” She handed him a generous slice of cake.
“Thanks.” He sampled. “You’re a genius.”
“Too true.” Satisfied she’d cut enough servings for now, she wound through wedding guests to check the dessert table and groom’s cake.
Music pumped, packed the dance floor. With the terrace doors wide open to the balmy night, guests danced or gathered outside as well.
Parker sidled up beside her. “The cake’s an enormous hit, FYI.”
“Good to know.” Laurel scanned the nearest dessert table and judged that supplies would probably last through the final dance. “Hey, is that the MOB?” She nodded toward the dance floor. “Girl’s got some moves.”
“She was a professional. Danced on Broadway.”
“I can see it.”
“That’s how she and the FOB met. He was a backer, came in to watch a rehearsal, and—he says—fell for her on the spot. She danced until after their second child was born, and a few years later started giving private lessons.”
“Sweet. But seriously, how do you remember all that?” Parker continued to scan the room, eagle-eyed, for any problem. “The same way you remember all the ingredients in that cake over there. The B and G requested an extra hour.”
“Ouch.”
“I know, but everyone’s having a great time. The band’s okay with
“Damn it.” Irritated with herself, she dragged a hand through her hair. She hated knowing she’d been unfair and bitchy and just plain stupid.
Del hadn’t deserved the things she said to him—and she’d said them because it was easier to be pissed at him than attracted to him. And finally, kissing him? Stupid wasn’t even close.
Now she had to make amends, cover her ass, and save face. That sort of hat trick wouldn’t be a snap.
But she was the one who’d crossed the line, and she was the one with feelings that had to be resolved. So she was the one who had to fix it.
She heard Parker cue the lighting of the unity candle and the vocal solo.Time’s up, she told herself. She’d figure out how to work the fix later.
S INCE SHE DIDN’T TRUST ANYONE ELSE TO PROPERLY CUT THE complicated design, Laurel stationed herself by the cake table. She waited while the bride and groom made the ceremonial first slice—where she’d instructed—and fed each other while Mac memorialized the moment. Then, while the music and dancing continued, she took over.
With a chef’s knife, she broke away the side decorations.
“Damn, that seems wrong.”
She glanced at Jack as she began to slice and transfer cake to serving plates. “It’s meant to be eaten.”
“I look at something like this and think, if I’d built it, I’d have to be far away when it was demolished. And I might still have to dab at a few tears.”
“It hurts the first few times, but then it’s not like building a house.You don’t do that knowing a wrecking ball’s going to swing into it eventually. Want a piece?”
“Damn right.”
“Hang on until we get the first couple of server trays filled.” Which, she concluded, would give her an opening to pump him for information. “So, Del’s not coming over to play with you tonight?”
“I think he’s got something going.”
Something female, she supposed. But that was none of her business, and not to the point.
“I guess you’re both too busy to hang out much these days.”
“Actually, we caught dinner Thursday night.”
After “The Kiss,” she thought. “So, what’s the news, what’s the gossip?” She slanted up a quick smile, trying to read his face.
“The Yankees are having a good month,” he said, and smiled back.
No awkwardness, she concluded, no smirkiness. She couldn’t decide whether to be insulted or relieved that Del hadn’t mentioned the incident to his closest friend.
“Here.” She handed him a generous slice of cake.
“Thanks.” He sampled. “You’re a genius.”
“Too true.” Satisfied she’d cut enough servings for now, she wound through wedding guests to check the dessert table and groom’s cake.
Music pumped, packed the dance floor. With the terrace doors wide open to the balmy night, guests danced or gathered outside as well.
Parker sidled up beside her. “The cake’s an enormous hit, FYI.”
“Good to know.” Laurel scanned the nearest dessert table and judged that supplies would probably last through the final dance. “Hey, is that the MOB?” She nodded toward the dance floor. “Girl’s got some moves.”
“She was a professional. Danced on Broadway.”
“I can see it.”
“That’s how she and the FOB met. He was a backer, came in to watch a rehearsal, and—he says—fell for her on the spot. She danced until after their second child was born, and a few years later started giving private lessons.”
“Sweet. But seriously, how do you remember all that?” Parker continued to scan the room, eagle-eyed, for any problem. “The same way you remember all the ingredients in that cake over there. The B and G requested an extra hour.”
“Ouch.”
“I know, but everyone’s having a great time. The band’s okay with
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