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"Yes, because most planners like to have plates that don't match anything else in the wedding. They have got to be kidding me. Okay, um..." I look around, desperate for some way to fix this.
The worst part is, I know Law and Sophie would overlook any mistake. Hell, they might not even notice since all they have eyes for tonight is each other and their son, Shawn. Except every little mistake matters to me. Each little misstep makes me doubt if I could pull off the upcoming charity event at Law's hospital when I can't even seem to plan a wedding efficiently.
I just don’t have time for self-pity or doubt right now.
Just then, a waiter begins walking out with the appetizers. I grab onto his arm, and he looks over at me with wide eyes.
"Those plates," I say. "Can they be washed and ready to be used again by dessert?"
They're just plain white, and not meant to be decorative like the plates the main entrees will be served on.
"I think so. We're collecting them before we serve the entrees."
"If you can make sure those plates are ready before the cake cutting, there's an extra hundred in it for you."
His eyebrows raise. "They'll be ready."
He walks away and I release a heavy breath before looking back at Heather. "They're not nearly as pretty but I'd rather have plain than mismatched."
"We—at least—still have the gold forks, so it kind of still pulls it all together," she adds.
I nod. "Okay, make sure he gets on top of cleaning and drying those plates as soon as the entrée is done being served. I'm gonna go make sure the DJ has the correct song for their first dance. For all I know, he didn't even receive the playlist I sent over. Let me know if anything goes even the slightest bit wrong."
"Will do."
I walk out of the kitchen, see Law and Sophie at the head table now, appetizers before them, smiles still on their faces, and release a relieved breath.
"Everything okay?"
I jump at the sound of Jeremiah's voice, and how damn close it is.
"Why are you just lurking around the kitchen like a stalker?" I snap, trying to calm my racing heart. I tell myself it's beating fast because of the shock, not from how Jeremiah is so close that I can feel his body heat. If I lean over just a little...No.
"I saw you walking towards the kitchen like you were ready to murder someone, so I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"You only noticed because you're always watching me, again—like a stalker."
"Do you feel uneasy when our eyes are on you?"
Ezekiel now, on the other side of me, just as close as his brother. I'm caged between them. I should not like the way that feels so much. I turn my head and look up at him. Lord, why am I so turned on by just having to crane my neck to see either of them? I ignore the arousal coursing through me to glare at him.
"I'm uneasy with you being so damn close."
He licks his lips, and I try, I really do, not to look at his tongue, but I lose the battle. My eyes drift down, track his tongue's movement, wishing so fucking badly that it was between my thighs right now, before it goes back in the mouth.
"You sure about that?" he asks low, leaning down so our faces are closer. Then, I feel Jeremiah moving closer to me.
A shaky breath escapes me, and his eyes drop down to my throat as I swallow.
"Does she feel uneasy, Jer?" he asks.
"I don't know how she feels yet." Jeremiah chuckles. He's so close that I feel it vibrate from his chest onto my arm. But I could swear I feel it rumble through my body, right to the core of me, where tension quickly coils. "She won't let us find out. But I'm guessing..." I feel his mouth move to my ear as he says, "She'll feel fucking amazing."
I take a huge step forward, like some phantom is snatching me from between them while I sputter out words. "I...I have to...I gotta..."
They both just smirk at me now.
"You gotta...run?" Ezekiel questions, his meaning clear.
