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I barely heard the words before I was rushing after Wes. He was disappearing with her up the stairs. “Where are you going?”
“To your room. I need to check on her stitches.”
I was taking the steps two at a time after him and caught up just as he stepped into my room. I went around him and moved the two overnight bags to the floor.
“Roxy, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Her cheeks were pink. “More embarrassed than anything. I wasn’t paying attention, and obviously the person driving wasn’t either.”
“Roxy, can you take your pants off?”
My gaze snapped to my brother. “Why do you want her pants off?”
He pointed to her leg. “Can you not see she is bleeding? I think she might have torn a stitch.”
Roxy scooted to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked her in a slightly panicked voice.
She laughed. “Relax, Lee. I’m okay, but I have to stand up to take my pants off, or do you want to cut these off me too?”
Chapter Fifteen
Roxanne
The country club was very nice, but I wasn’t a fan of how they had the event room set up. The wedding that they were preparing for was a large party, but the way the tables were organized left wasted space and detracted from the elegant atmosphere of the room.
I walked the space, taking a few pictures with my cellphone so I would remember specific details. As I rearranged the room in my mind, I searched out electrical outlets, entrances and exits, what kind of dance floor they had and whether it could be moved or not, and a few other details. I also noticed the centerpieces and tried not to scowl at the audacious arrangement of candles and twigs tied with haphazard bows.
“What are your thoughts?” Charlotte asked after I’d finished my circle around the room.
“Well, I would completely do this differently. If they put the head table over there, the windows would be a much better backdrop for them than the paintings that are behind them now. It faces north, so you wouldn’t have to worry about sun glare. I’d also suggest moving the dance floor to that side, so it is out of the way of kitchen traffic. The cake table should be in that corner, not over here. Too much of a chance that it could get knocked over with people coming and going.”
She listened to me as I continued to go on and nodded once in a while, her brow starting to crease. Was I overwhelming her, or did she not like my ideas?
She turned to me like she was surprised I’d stopped. “Anything else?”
I nibbled my bottom lip for a moment. “Actually, you look distressed. Did I say something that you didn’t like?”
Her hand landed on my arm, and she squeezed. “Are you kidding? I love everything that you have suggested. You can really visualize a room! That’s fantastic!”
“Okay, then why did you look suddenly so concerned?”
She laughed and leaned forward, speaking softly. “It wasn’t anything you said. I finally noticed the god-awful centerpieces. They are a mess.”
Riley cracked up beside us. “I thought the same thing.”
“Oh, I noticed. I wonder if they did that, or someone else did from the bridal party.”
“Who knows, but tell me you have a better idea for a centerpiece.”
“Absolutely.” I glanced around the room. “In fact, I would suggest you use a variety of tall glass cylinders, at least three per table, four or five would be better, to give you different heights in the arrangements. I’d fill them about three-quarters with water and flowers—we can talk about those later—and then add floating candles to the top. The whole thing could sit on a round mirror, sprinkled with sparkles or flower petals. It would be elegant and charming.”
Charlotte threw her arms around me. “Oh, I love it, Roxy!”
I hugged her back. “I’m glad.”
As we were leaving the room, a woman approached us. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Oh, no,” Charlotte answered. “My wedding reception is here in March. I was showing my wedding planner, Roxanne Novak, the room so she could see what she is working with.”
