“Ugh, is right.”
The voice startled Sienna, and she quickly turned to see the head chef standing there with hands on her hips. The embroidery on her uniform read “Marcey.” Sienna had seen the woman a few times since arriving at the Emerald Inn, usually at mealtimes chatting with the owners of the inn. And while she was also pretty young, the look she gave Sienna was as scary as anything Grandma Hudson had given her when she tried to steal an extra cookie from the jar.
Marcey pointed a finger at Sienna. “You may be here filming this reality TV show, but that doesn’t mean you can leave trash all over my dining room.”
If Sienna wasn’t so disappointed from finding the carafe empty, she might have apologized instead of asking, “Do you have any more coffee?”
Marcey fixed her with a stare, and Sienna knew she’d pushed too far.
“Fine,” she said and grabbed the paper cup from the table. She threw it in the trash can on her way out the door.
Apparently, Fox wasn't the only grumpy person around here.
But hewasthe one who had just ruined her morning. He’d taken the last of the coffee in his giant man mug and gotten Sienna in trouble with the person in charge of providing more coffee.
Sienna couldn’t wait to teach him a lesson by winning. Again.
* * *
Why wasit every time Fox tried to enjoy a nice cup of coffee, Sienna showed up?
It wasn’t enough that she was on the verge of ruining the entire show for Eli and Audrey, but she had to ruin every moment in between with her plastic smile and desire to be in front of the cameras.
She was going to be late to that morning’s meeting, and then had the audacity to mock him the second he turned the corner. He’d left the room, not gone deaf.
How immature and self-centered could a person be?
Fox looked down at his watch and saw that he would be cutting it close if he wasn’t careful, and he wasn’t about to stoop to her level. He picked up his pace and hurried inside the meeting room.
“Who spit in your coffee?” Wade asked.
Fox flopped down in a chair at the groomsmen’s table. “Sienna,” he said, before he could think twice about it.
Wade and Eli chuckled.
“Obviously, she didn’tactuallyspit in my coffee.”
“Obviously.” Eli rolled his eyes.
“But she made fun of me in the dining hall.”
Wade gasped loudly and put a hand to his chest. “She didn’t!”
Fox felt heat creep up his neck.
“Do you want me to call her mom and tell her what a meanie she was to you?” Eli put a comforting hand on Fox’s shoulder, but his face was beat red from holding in a laugh.
Fox slumped back in his seat. “Very funny,” he mumbled.
“No,” Wade said, his face still serious. “Fox’s dreamy eyes having zero effect on a girl is no laughing matter.”
“And neither is that sad excuse for a goatee you have going on,” Fox said.
Wade’s loud laugh caused some of the crew to look in their direction. “You wish you looked this good with a beard.”
Fox rolled his eyes. As if that monstrosity could be considered a beard. “So, what do you think we’re going to do today?”
Eli lifted the bright orange shirt in front of him. “Let’s hope it’s not a paint gun battle, because this is going to be impossible to hide in these eyesores.”
