Page 2 of The Wedding Run
I hurry on, but the pebbles and crushed granite bite into my heels. “Ow, ow, ow!”
“You’re not trying to make a break for it, are you?” A deep male voice comes from beyond the Jeep, causing me to freeze.
Luke, the best man, steps into view. I’m caught.
He’s taller than Derek, with a dark shadow of stubble over his square jaw. I told my sisters last night at the rehearsal dinner that they should check him out. He’s even hotter today, dressed in denim and a flannel shirt. He’s perfect. For Charlie, that is. He’d go with her sporty Jeep and carefree lifestyle.
Then I remember how charming he looked in his sports coat and tie at the rehearsal dinner. Maybe Elle, who enjoys dressing up, would be a better match for him. Either way, I’m going to work on my sisters and their negative attitudes toward holy matrimony.
“Libby?” he probes, interrupting my wayward thoughts.
“Uh… hey, Luke. What are you doing here?” I ask, wondering how late it is. And where is his tux? See! This is why I need my lists.
“Heard there was a wedding I didn’t want to miss.” He grins.
Bailey rushes to greet Luke, who bends to rub the doodle affectionately. Luke says, “You’re not making a getaway, are you?”
“What? No, I, uh…” My hand touches the top of my bathrobe, but I force myself not to clench it. I don’t have time to redo my nails. “Is Derek here?”
“He’s at the hotel. I came early. Can I help you with something?”
“Where’s your tux?” I ask.
“In my truck. Don’t worry, I have the list you gave me. Derek warned me you’re—” He stops himself.
My spine stiffens. “I’m what?”
“I’ve got my tux. All good.” He gives a thumbs-up.
I prop a fist on my hip. “What exactly did Derek say?”
“Nothing.”
But I refuse to budge.
He shifts from foot to foot, and it’s clear I’m making him nervous, as if I might go all Bridezilla on him. And if I don’t get my lists, I just might.
“Tell me,” I say in the authoritative voice I use for work.
“You’re, you know… a… uh, micromanager. Very detail-oriented. It’s a compliment. Really!”
I doubt that.
“Can I help you with something?” he asks.
“I left my iPad in Charlie’s car.” I indicate the Jeep with a wave of my hand. “You know, all my notes, lists, contact information… stuff I need to micromanage.”
“Sure.” He smiles at the sarcasm. “Let me look.” He peers into the open window and retrieves my device.
“Bingo! That’s it!” I reach for it, teetering on my heels, forward then back, my arms flailing. He hurries toward me, handing over the iPad, and relief floods my soul. “Thanks so much. I appreciate?—”
Before I can finish, he sweeps me up into his arms. Bailey leaps with excitement and starts barking.
My attention shifts to Luke as we’re eye to eye. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t want you to hurt your feet. How will you dance later?”
“Oh… okay, well, thanks.” I look deep into those blue eyes. Charlie has got to see his eyes. Very photogenic. Maybe I’ll create a matchmaking list.
