Page 73 of The Alpha Escort Agency
“Has anyone taken a photo of you?” she asks him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Nope,” he says, his left arm sliding around her waist.
“Come on, then.” She motions towards his camera and with a groan he hands it over.
Callum from her work strides over to them. “Do you want me to take a photo of the both of you?” he says.
“Yes,” Rory says before she can argue and he tugs her in close.
Callum takes the camera and aims it towards them. “You make a very good-looking couple.”
“I think Alice is doing all the heavy lifting for us,” Rory says, smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
Callum passes the camera back and returns to the small group from the agency.
“We both know that’s not true,” Alice says. “All the women at this wedding have been checking you out.”
“Well, I only have eyes for one.”
He kisses her but then they’re being called in for the wedding dinner and it isn’t until the dancing that she finds herself back by his side, grabbing the odd spin around the dance floor in between more photos, and then before she knows it the party is coming to an end.
“Ready everyone,” Maria calls out, giving Alice a pointed look.
Alice rolls her eyes and hangs back towards the edge of the crowd of women, but then Rory gives her a nudge.
She turns to face him with an arched eyebrow. “You want me to catch the bouquet?”
He grins, his eyes traversing down her body. “Looking like you do today, Omega, yes, go get that bouquet.” Then he lifts the camera hanging around his neck to his eyeline and snaps a picture.
She rolls her eyes a second time. “You do know what it means if I catch the bouquet, right?”
He lowers the camera and holds her gaze. “Yes, I know.”
She tilts her head. “It’s not just a cat fight, a claim to be the fiercest woman at the wedding. It means—”
“Alice, I know what it means,” he says firmly and she feels her cheeks warm.
“Oh,” she whispers, staring deep into his eyes, something seeming to pass unsaid in the space between them. “In that case.” She kicks off her heels and hitches up the skirt of her dress over her knees, jostling into position and waving at Maria above the heads of the other women gathered on the dance floor.
Maria winks at her, spins around and starts to count.
“Three … two … one.”
The bouquet of lily of the valley soars high up towards the ceiling, looping over the heads of the other guests.
“Go on, girl.” She hears Rory yell behind her as her eyes follow the arch of the flowers. She’s always been rubbish at catching. She never made it onto the school netball team or ever caught anyone out in a game of cricket, but Maria’s throw is pretty spot on and she opens up her arms, bracing herself, biting her tongue between her teeth and grabs at the bundle as it hits her on the chest.
She cracks open an eyelid and peers down, her arms full of the bell-like flowers.
Maria whoops, bouncing up and down on the spot and clapping her hands together.
“Excellent work,” Rory whispers into her ear.
“I can’t believe I pulled that off!”
Maria dashes over, a wide beam across her face, and flings an arm around Alice’s neck.
“Your turn next,” she giggles, “And I will get to have my revenge for the hen party.”
