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“Just missed my footing. Um, by dating, you mean each other?”
“That would be my definition.”
“This would be my cue to jump down your throat and demand to know what you mean by taking advantage of one of my girls?”
Del shifted his gaze toward Jack as he punched up his speed. “Unlike you, I’m not sneaking around and hiding it.”
“I wasn’t sneaking and hiding, I just hadn’t figured out how to explain about Emma, for a short period of time. And since I’m marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you’re sleeping with Laurel—”
“I’m not sleeping with Laurel. We’re dating.”
“Right, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs.”
“For a while. Minus the singing. No comments from you?” he asked Carter.
“I’m kind of busy trying to stay on my feet.”To ensure he did, Carter gripped the bar one-handed again. “I guess, off the top of my head, I’d say this is a quick situational change.”
“I thought so at first, now I’m not so sure. It feels like it’s been brewing awhile.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Jack said, punching up his speed to match Del’s pace. “How did this brewing situational change happen?”
“We had a fight, culminating in her telling me, and demonstrating that, I wasn’t her brother. Which I’m not. So we’re dating, and I’m just letting you know”
“Okay. Three miles?”
“You’re on. Kick it up, Carter,” Del told him.
Carter said, “Oh God.”
SUNDAY MORNING LAUREL LEFT HER KITCHEN WORK TO DASH upstairs for the pre-event briefing. When she found her three partners already in place, she held up a hand. “I’m not late.”And since she’d already had two cups of coffee that morning, grabbed a bottle of water. “Just FYI, it’s raining.”
“The forecast calls for it to stop midmorning,” Parker stated. “But we’re prepared to move everything inside if it doesn’t.”
“The arrangements are pretty simple,” Emma put in. “If it clears by noon, we can have everything dressed outside by one. Otherwise, we can shift it all to the Great Hall, do a big fireplace arrangement pretty quickly, add candles. We’re set either way. We’ll have both suites finished by ten.”
“The grooms are due to arrive at eleven.”
“I’ll shift back and forth for formals.” Mac nodded at Parker. “Both grooms have sisters standing up for them, which makes it nice. I can get some good shots with that dynamic. Doing guys means less hair and makeup time, and each has just the one attendant, so I should be done with the formals by twelve, twelve fifteen.”
“Guests arriving twelve thirty, short cocktail mixer.” Parker read off her schedule. “For the outside ceremony, we line up at one, attendants will walk down the aisle together, then grooms will approach from either side. Ceremony time, twenty minutes. Mac takes post-pictures, caterers pass finger food.”
“Again, it’ll be pretty quick. Fifteen minutes should do it.”
“Figure one forty-five for the grooms to be announced, buffet brunch, toasts. DJ announces first dance at two thirty. Cake cutting three thirty.”
“All the pastries are done for the dessert table. I’ll finish the cake by ten, and we’ll move it into the Ballroom. We’re providing the knife and server. The happy couple has requested the top layer be removed and boxed for them to take home.”
“Okay. Dancing continues at three forty until four fifteen. We’ll transfer the gifts, announce the last dance.We’re clear at four thirty. Any concerns? Potential disasters?”
“Not on my end. They’re both really cute and should photograph well.”
“They went with big, happy geranium boutonnieres to match the cake,” Emma added. “Pretty adorable.”
“They wrote the script for the ceremony themselves.” Parker tapped her file. “It’s incredibly sweet. We’re going to have a lot of crying. Laurel, anything on your end?”
“I just need the cake topper from Emma, and I’m good.”
“It’s done, and in the cooler. I’ll get it to you.”
“Then, we’re all good.”
“Not so fast.” Mac shot out a finger as Laurel started to rise. “Business completed, now let’s get personal.What’s the latest with Del?”
“There is no latest. I just saw you eight hours ago.”
“He didn’t call?” Emma wondered. “Leave you a message or anything?”
“He sent an e-mail with a list of potential movies for tonight.”
“Oh.” Emma struggled not to look deflated. “That’s considerate.”
“It’s practical,” Laurel corrected. “And it’s Del. It’s me. I’m not looking for charming little notes and sexy little messages.”
“They’re fun though,” Emma murmured. “Jack and I sent each other lots of sexy little e-mails. We still do.”
“What’re you wearing?” Mac demanded.
“I don’t know. It’s the movies. Something movieish.”
“But he’ll be dressed for the wedding,” Emma pointed out, “so you can’t be too casual.You should wear the blue top. The one with the scoop-neck that ties in the back. It looks great on you. With the white capris I wish I could wear but would make my legs look stumpy. And the kitten-heel slides.”
“Okay, thanks for dressing me.”
“Happy to help,” Emma said with a bright smile that acknowledged the sarcasm.
“We have a betting pool going,” Mac informed her. “Nobody figures you’ll last the full thirty before you get naked. Carter gives your willpower the most credit with twenty-four days.”
“You’re betting on when I’m going to have sex with Del?”
“Damn right.You’re disqualified,” she said when Laurel started to speak again. “Conflict of interest. I give you sixteen days, not because of willpower but stubbornness—in case that might influence you to help me add to my wedding fund.”
“Unfair, unfair,” Emma caroled.
“How much is in the pool?”
“We kicked in a hundred each.”
“Five hundred? Seriously?”
“Six, counting Mrs. G.”
“Man.”
“We started at ten dollars each.” Emma shrugged and chose a strawberry to nibble on. “But then Mac and Jack kept challenging each other. I had to make them stop when we hit a hundred. Parker’s keeping the bank.”
Laurel cocked a challenging eyebrow. “What if we have sex and don’t tell anyone?”
“Please.” Mac just rolled her eyes. “First, you’d never be able to keep it to yourself, and second, even if you did, we’d know.”
“I hate when you’re right. And nobody gave us the full t
hirty?”
“No one.”
“Okay, here’s the deal—and I should get some say since it’s my sex, potentially. I will not be disqualified. I put in a hundred, and if we get to the thirty, pot’s mine.”
Objections broke out, but Parker waved them off. “You know, that’s fair.”
“You know how competitive she is,” Mac complained. “She’ll hold out just to win the bet.”
“Then she’d have earned it. Get me the hundred, and I’ll add your bet.”
“You’re on.” Gleefully Laurel rubbed her hands together. “At long, long last, the sexual moratorium pays off. I’ve got a cake to frost.” She did a quick boogie at the door. “See you later, suckers.”
“We’ll see who’s the sucker,” Parker said after Laurel danced out. “Okay, ladies, let’s get to work.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
IT WAS STRANGE AND INTERESTING TO GO OUT WITH DEL AS A DATE rather than one of the group. Comfortable on many levels, Laurel discovered, which was probably good. Neither of them had to listen to the other’s life story, because they already knew each other’s life story.
Not the whole cake, she thought, but most of the layers. Which made it all the more fun to take samples of the filling.
She knew he’d served on the
Law Review at Yale, and played baseball as an undergraduate, just as she knew that law and sports were two of his passions. But she hadn’t known he’d made a deliberate choice over which to pursue as a career.
“I didn’t know you were serious about professional baseball.” The things you learned, Laurel reflected, on a third date.
“Deadly. And serious enough I kept it to myself, mostly.”
They strolled the park eating ice cream cones while the summer moonlight silvered the pond—an activity she believed to be the perfect cap to a casual dinner date.
“What was the tipping point?” she asked him.
“I wasn’t good enough.”
“How do you know? I saw you in action when you played at the Academy, and a couple times at Yale—and since at softball games.” With the faintest of frowns she studied his profile as they walked. “I may not consider baseball my religion like some people, but I get the game.You knew what you were doing.”
“Sure. And I was pretty good. Pretty good isn’t good enough. Maybe I could’ve been if I’d put everything into it. I talked to some scouts from the Yankees’
