If I were a patient, I’d believe him.
But this is Callum. He neverneedsair. He’s the most in control man I’ve ever met besides my father.
“Oh, that’s okay. I actually need the bathroom, so I have time to go now.” I walk toward the door.
“I’ll fetch your mother.”
“No need, Dad. I can manage the dress, and the bathroom’s right across the hall. No one will see me.”
“Okay, Sweetheart.”
I step outside, closing the door behind me.
“Where is he?” I murmur, my pulse picking up and making the back of my neck flare.
Something’s happened. It’s the only explanation. Callum isneverlate for anything. Ever. If he isn’t waiting at the top of that aisle for me, there’s a reason.
Why didn’t his best man go with him? Make sure he was okay?
I head in the opposite direction to the ballroom, so I won’t accidentally bump into any wedding guests. I whip my head side to side, searching for a side exit. He could have exited out of the main street entrance, but heading that way would mean passing the ballroom, and I don’t want to risk bumping into him if he’s feeling better and already on his way back in there.
Bad luck seeing the bride before the ceremony and all that.
But if he’s alone somewhere and sick, then?—
Panic winds around my lungs and squeezes.
I need to find him.
The hallway bends around to the left, and I stop at the sight of a staff only door at the far end of it.
I spin back.
“This has to stop.”
The murmured voice carries from the end of the hallway, and I turn back, my ears pricking at the familiar tone.
“It’s the last time,” the person says.
A weird sound like smacking lips follows.
Then a deep groan.
I hitch the layers of tulle above my ankles and approach the end of the hallway slowly.
A man’s heavy breathing increases.
“That’s good,” he moans. “So good.”
The lip-smacking sound comes again, along with a higher, feminine-sounding moan.
I peer around the corner. A pool of green satin spills across the plush cream carpet, poking out from behind a large potted plant.
A blonde head moves back, and Kelly comes into view, kneeling on the floor. She blinks up at the person concealed by the plant, licking her lips.
“I want you inside me,” she purrs.
Long fingers caress her cheek, and she leans into them.
