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It seemed like a huge waste of energy to me.
Not that I didn’t want my two siblings to wallow in wedded bliss if that’s what it took to make them happy, but that particular way of living wasn’t for me.
I hadn’t and never would lose my mind over a female.
I was too damn rational to act like an idiot over a woman.
I’d thought that my younger brother was the same way until he’d suddenly decided that a woman he’d known and liked for most of his life was the only woman for him.
Okay, I liked Savannah, too. I supposed if Chasehadto lose his shit over someone, he couldn’t have picked a more exceptional female. Still, I had no idea why it had to happen at all.
What guy wanted to willingly put his balls in a wringer for the rest of his life?
I’d never met anyone who was worth that kind of torture.
Thankfully, Chase had kept the wedding guest list fairly small, but it had still been way more people than what I liked to see in my house all at one time.
I reminded myself that there had been a few positives during the evening as I stepped inside and locked the doors to the exterior.
The food had been good. Really good. None of those ridiculously tiny finger foods. All the sentimental bullshit that had taken place aside, it had been a classy and well-done event.
I’d also gotten to see and hang out with my old Delta Force team without having to make a trip to Michigan to see them.
Lastly, my house looked normal again. The cleanup crew had done a good job at giving me my home back.
My hope was, now that this wedding and reception was over, that Chase would get his head back into Durand Industries. If he did, sacrificing my privacy for a while would all be worth it.
Most of all, I really wanted to see Chase relax again, and not be so damn worried about how everything would work out.
Honestly, it was obvious that Savannah was just as happy as Chase with her wedded state. If being in love was really a thing, the woman loved my brother as much as he loved her.
I had no idea why there had ever been any need for Chase to drive himself nuts over Savannah’s happiness when it was staring him right in the face.
I made my way to the kitchen, eager to see if there were any leftovers.
If I was still up at this hour, I might as well enjoy any food that still existed in the fridge since it was the best part of the reception.
I stopped to strip down to my tuxedo shirt and pour myself a drink from the bar.
Unlike my wine connoisseur younger brother, I preferred whiskey if I was going to have a drink, and I wasn’t particular about what type as long as it went down smoothly.
I stopped short at the entrance to the kitchen when I realized I wasn’t alone in the house.
Evidently, I still had an intruder, a statuesque redhead who was currently eating a plate of food with one shapely hip against the kitchen island.
What in the hell was she doing here?
Obviously, she wasn’t a guest.
Her red hair was in a messy ponytail, the confined, fiery locks flowing over her back in fat curls. She also wasn’t dressed like a guest. She was wearing a pair of black pants that hugged her curvy ass and hips, and a white and gray shirt that looked a lot like the server attire this evening.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” I growled.
Unfazed, she glanced up for a moment and said, “Getting a meal is in my contract. I fed over fifty guests the most expensive meal I’ve ever prepared, and I’ve been here since late morning yesterday. I’m starving, even if I look like I don’t need to eat another bite. I’ll be out of your way in a minute.”
She went back to consuming her dinner like I’d never shown up to interfere.
Okay, maybe I wasn’t accustomed to being ignored, so it rankled. A little.
