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“The party’s out there, sir.” The dark-haired waitress he had seen earlier came up behind him, still not smiling.
“I was invited to the kitchen,” he told her and watched as Sera set down the champagne bottle.
“By whom?” Harper demanded.
“Seraphina.” He nodded at her.
“Why?” the head caterer asked, setting down her knife.
“Ask her.” He grinned as she slowly turned around. Had she been caught breaking the rules? Could he be so lucky as to see that happen?
“Sera?” Harper asked.
“I might have interfered in a conversation,” was all she said, the woman who had words for every situation. That was all she had as an explanation? To her boss?
“Who hasn’t done that?” Harper laughed, picking up her knife again and going back to the cake. Her cuts were perfect parallel lines.
“Am I doing champagne? Where’s Buzz?” The dark-haired waitress looked around, dismissing his presence. She was still not as happy as anyone else in the room.
“Yes, you are. Sera, you, and Buzz,” Harper said, turning from him. He was dismissed, and even Sera went back to filling champagne.
Still standing in the middle of the room, Harrison moved over to let the women do their thing. This was way better than the party happening outside the kitchen.
A brunette came in from a side door and was slightly wet from being outside. Her arms were laden with large boxes. She didn’t even glance his way as she said, “What does the groom look like?”
“Blond with brown eyes. Today he’s wearing black pants and a white polo shirt,” Harper said, finally done with the cake as she tossed the knife in the sink.
“I thought the shirt was blue,” Sera argued, setting down an empty bottle.
“It’s very light blue,” The dark-haired one stated, and everyone nodded and mumbled in agreement. She must be the expert.
“I thought so. I think he currently has his tongue down Buzz’s throat in the gazebo,” the brunette said nonchalantly as she set down her load on the counter closest to the door.
The entire room of women hurried to the window to the back yard and peered out, all four intent on the scene. Harrison turned to look also. It wouldn’t surprise him one bit; his nephew was a playboy.
What had surprised him was this wedding. From what he knew about the kid, he wasn’t ready to settle down yet, and Harrison didn’t want him to. Young love was fleeting. Sometimes it lasted for years, but never forever.
“Damn it!” Sera growled, grabbing a plastic bag from the counter and holding it over her head as she headed out into the rain.
He watched her rush out to the couple with her angry walk—he knew that walk well. Her hips were swaying, and he knew her breasts were heaving, even if he couldn’t see them. He didn’t think his nephew was old enough to face an angry Sera Lovely.
From the window, he watched her enter the gazebo and gave them a lecture they would not soon forget, based on their nods and how many times they looked at their feet. Handing off her bag to the redhead and leaving the groom to his own devices, he watched as they both came back into the house.
His nephew didn’t say a thing to him or the women in the kitchen as he walked through it back to his engagement party. He quickly shot a text to James about what had just happened and watched as the sky finally opened up. Sera was in the middle of her angry walk back to the house when it hit, soaking her instantly.
Not one of the women was looking at her when she came into the house. They were all were busy getting things ready, and Buzz had taken over pouring champagne. Harrison’s eyes were on her, though, or on her breasts that her wet white shirt no longer hid. Though her light blue bra did, it was giving him a perfect view of them.
“Beatrix Potter, seriously!” Sera yelled at the redhead as she pulled the wet shirt away from her skin and let it go, causing it to stick back to her skin in the exact same way it had when she had walked in the door.
“I didn’t start it. I was just finishing it! He was asking for it,” the woman tried to defend herself.
“Bullshit! He’s practically married.”
“Practically, not actually, and no way was I alone out there.” The redhead smiled at Sera, making her apology a little less sincere. That just made Sera even angrier.
“Buzz can’t keep it in her pants, Sera,” Harper said as if it was a known fact. The brunette nodded in agreement.
“I can too! No pants were involved. It was a kiss—a bad, wet kiss. He really needs to work on those skills, or not, if he’s getting married,” Buzz argued with the blonde.
