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He widens his eyes, rushing to grab it. “Shit,” he mumbles. “Should have put it on silent.” He pulls it out, flicking it to silent, and then glances at the name on the screen.
“It’s Nash. Do you think I have time to take it?” he asks.
I glance over my shoulder and watch the horse-drawn carriage pull up. Oh, good God! It looks like she’s stepping straight out of Disneyland.
I shake my head just once as the music starts, so Blake rejects the call, placing his cell back in his suit pocket. “Nash can wait.”
And just like that—there is the untimely reminder ofwhywe can’t take this further.
Because Blake is my superior.
And Nash doesnotlike office romance.
Inwardly berating myself for thinking this could be more, I watch Barbara help Hailee out. I smile wide, holding up my cell as I take pictures of her walking down the aisle. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a messy bun at the bottom of her scalp, then a ribbon headband wraps around her head and ties underneath the bun, and the strands of ribbon flow down from under the bun. It’s so pretty she looks like a fairy. My eyes flood with tears as I continue to snap pictures of her. Her dress is a white boho lace, with a diamond belt embellishment around her waist. I have to admit, it’s an incredibly pretty ensemble.
Hailee is simply adorable.
“She’s so cute,” Blake whispers as I continue to take my happy snaps.
“I know. She’s so grown up.” I wipe a stray tear from my face as Hailee smiles so wide while walking the aisle waving to Blake and me. We return the gesture as she rushes up to the front and then stands on the left-hand side, waiting patiently.
I smile and blow her a kiss. She giggles, swaying her dress from side to side, as Kyle grins at her.
If there is one thing we did right together, it’s Hailee.
I glance at Kyle, and he looks at me, and I dip my head. He mouths to me. ‘She’s gorgeous.’
And I nod. ‘Stunning.’
The music continues, and the maid of honor steps out, followed by the bridesmaid, wearing dresses that are a little more revealing than you would normally see at a wedding, but this is Tamara’s day, and what she wants she gets, so I’m rolling with it at this point.
Then the wedding march kicks in, and we all turn to Tamara, who slides out of the carriage. She stands, and my eyes widen like I am a cartoon character, and they are popping clean out of my head. The dress is…
…unique.
To say the least.
It’s a halter design with a see-through lace bodice. The lace is intricately placed to cover the most intimate parts. It is a custom fit that clings tight to her gorgeous body. The skirt is made of a silky fabric flowing down around her legs in strands, having two large slits on either side of the thighs all the way up to her panty line, showing her beautifully tanned legs.
No wonder Kyle is marrying her—she’s a knockout.
This woman maynotbe all there in the smarts department, but in looks, she oozes it in spades.
Also—I’m going straight to hell.
My eyes drift to Blake, and I expect to see him ogling her like the other guys here, but to my surprise, his are entirely on me. I smirk, furrowing my brows. “You’re supposed to be paying attention to the bride. She wants to feel pretty and like all eyes are on her.”
Blake shakes his head. “But I am looking at the prettiest woman here.”
My cheeks flush red as I avert my eyes from him, a sudden wave of embarrassment creeping over me as Tamara and her father walk past us on their way to Kyle. We turn as Blake reaches out, taking my hand in his, and a sense of belonging takes over me.
I don’t know what it is.
I thought I would feel emotional watching this.
I thought it would make me sad.
Or overwhelm me.
