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Ashton: I’m still trying to figure out if you have any.
Asshole.
KENNEDY
The morning hours passed in a blur of“Are there any food allergies I should be aware of?”and“Make sure Dallas doesn’t cuss in front of the pastor.”
Miss Daisy was restocking the fridge with fresh veggies while I arranged the tables in the dining room.
She called out around the refrigerator door, “If you need more chairs, I have some in the back.”
I pulled two tables together and the wooden legs scraped the floor. “It’s just the wedding party. This should be plenty.”
The wedding party.
That included Hendrix.
She closed the fridge, then wiped her hands on the front of her apron. “I know it wasn’t on the menu for tonight, but I’m making shrimp and grits.” She smiled as she stepped into the dining room. “Thought you’d like that.”
The chefs at the Del Monte didn’t know my favorite food. They didn’t restock their own refrigerators. They didn’t have kind eyes and bright smiles.
I put the last chair in place. “Thank you,” I said as I looked around the room. The tables were covered in white linen. Each one was decorated with mini lanterns placed on wood rounds that looked like they were sliced right from a tree trunk. White gardenias were scattered between the lanterns.
“It’s beautiful, Kennedy. She’ll love it.”
“I hope so.”
Not long after Daisy left me alone, I started back to my room.
A voice caught me as I stepped into the main living area. It was a cozy room with a fireplace, flanked by two oversized chairs, a couch and a coffee table. This was the first room Miss Daisy’s guests saw when they walked in. This room made the whole place feel like home.
“Excuse me, Miss. Can you help me find a missing person? She’s a gorgeous brunette who disappeared in the middle of a party last night.”
Holmes.
I spun around to face her, only to find Lexi and Kacey standing just inside the doorway. Holmes walked over and grabbed a homemade cookie from the platter Miss Daisy always left on the coffee table.
Kacey pressed her fingers to her eyebrows the way she always did when she had a headache. “What happened to you last night?”
Holmes held up a finger before I could answer. “Keep in mind the only way to avoid an ass whipping is if you tell us you were getting pounded doggy style over a bathroom counter somewhere.”
“That’s oddly specific,” I replied, scrunching my brows, and she shrugged.
I went over the options in my head like answers on a multiple choice:
I got wasted on margaritas and left before I showed everyone at The Underground what I had for lunch.They all know I’m not a lightweight.
There was a family emergency and I had to leave.My parents were in Florida on vacation until tomorrow,and thanks to their hourly Facebook updates, everyone knew it.
Hendrix gave me a lady boner and it freaked me the fuck out.Absolutely not.
I went with D. “Bad sushi.”I grimaced to drive the point home. “I promise there was nothing sexy going on in my bathroom.”
Holmes narrowed her eyes and studied my face. “Where did you get sushi?”
Shit.
“From Yaki, that little place by the boutique, after I tried on my bridesmaid dress.”
