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“Never mind on that,” a deep voice said from next to me.
I looked up to find Holt giving me an amused look, one brow arched.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I’m under strict instructions from the bride not to let you oversee any aspect of the food.”
I laughed lightly. “Well, I’m not really overseeing. I just want to check on a few things.”
He shrugged, feigning innocence. “I don’t argue with brides on their wedding day. I was told to hand you a glass of champagne and make sure you don’t do anything but enjoy yourself.”
The server left, and I accepted the glass Holt passed me.
“That’s a check on the champagne,” I said. “Now, how will I go about enjoying myself?”
The devilish look in his eyes gave me butterflies.
“I can think of a few ideas,” he said in a low tone.
“Oh?” I looked around. “Where are the kids?”
“They left with my folks after the ceremony. For some reason, they think wedding receptions are boring.”
I laughed. “It sounds like they might have gotten that idea from their dad.”
“I mean, some wedding receptions are boring,” he said, shrugging.
“Don’t you love the long wait for the bride and groom to finish their photos and arrive? Everyone’s eating peanuts and grumbling under their breath while pretending they don’t care.”
“Love that part.”
“I made sure the servers would be walking around with appetizers while we waited. So you can thank me for overseeing that when you’re eating a sausage on a stick.”
He nudged me gently with his shoulder. “I’m gonna go ahead and plead guilty to having a one-track mind before I tell you I’d much rather watch you eat a sausage on a stick.”
“I haven’t eaten anything today, so you’ll be seeing that very soon.”
“Excellent.”
I was about to ask Holt if he wanted to come with me to say hello to my parents when Keller Strauss approached us, his gaze locked firmly on me.
“Shea, you look lovely,” he said.
“Thanks.”
I willed Grady and Avon to walk through the door immediately because an encounter between Holt and Keller wasn’t likely to end well.
“Holt,” Keller said, nodding at him.
“Keller.”
“Can I get you a drink?” Keller asked me.
“She has a drink,” Holt said.
Keller grinned at Holt like he was a pesky kid. “I meant a non-complimentary drink.”
“Okay.” Holt glanced away, clearing his throat. “Nice to see you, Keller. Enjoy the reception.”
