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“Not on purpose, no,” he agreed. “But Saylor is one of mine…and I don’t want you fucking with her heart.”
“I’m not going to fuck with her heart,” I said, sounding just a little bit testy.
“No?” he asked. “You better not because I’d fuck you up.” He paused as his eyes caught on something over my shoulder. “Then again, her dad would do that for me.”
I looked over my shoulder to see a rather large man heading straight for Saylor.
I would’ve tensed and been ready to fight had I not seen the smile aimed at the big man filling up Saylor’s entire face.
“That her dad?” I asked.
I should, technically, know at least some of these people. It wasn’t as if we didn’t go to the stray party with the Dixie Wardens here and there when I was growing up. But I was really shit at remembering people’s faces and names. I hadn’t gone to anything in quite a while, either. Everyone was different.
“Yep,” Justice confirmed. “His name is Tiago Spada, but everyone calls him Kettle.”
“Why do they call him Kettle?” I wondered. “That’s an odd name.”
Justice grinned as he looped an arm around my shoulder and dragged me back to the almost-crying photographer.
“That’s because Kettle can take a lot of shit and not get mad. But when he finally boils over, shit’s going to hit the fan. Like a tea kettle. One second he’s fine, and the next he’s going nutso.” He let me go when we were near the photographer. “Hey, Ford,” Justice called.
Ford Spurlock, one of Justice’s childhood friends, looked over from where he was standing next to a pillar.
“What?” he grumbled.
“You remember that time that Saylor went out on that date and Kettle found out that he disrespected her?” Justice drawled.
Ford’s lips kicked up at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah,” he grinned.
“You remember what he did?” Justice asked.
Ford’s grin turned into a full-blown smile.
“Yep.” He paused, eyes drifting to me as he obviously read between the lines of the conversation. “Kettle lost his shit and sent the kid to the hospital. Kid was only fifteen.”
I let my eyes drift to the big man that was staring at his daughter so adoringly.
And wondered if she was worth it.
But then she turned her eyes to me, smiled, and winked.
Oh, yeah. She was definitely worth it.
***
I couldn’t help but stare at her throughout the rest of the wedding.
When she was on my arm as we were walking out behind Justice and his new wife, I looked down to see her wiping away tears.
“Weddings make you cry?” I asked curiously.
She shrugged.
“That’s why I started making cakes,” she said, looking a little sheepish. “I just love the look on a bride’s face when she sees the wedding cake.”
“When did you start doing this?” I asked curiously, trying to keep my voice low so that the people around us didn’t hear what I was saying.
