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He cleared his throat and turned to Edna. “Would you know where Fiona is?”
“I saw her talking to her father near the hallway before I made my way over here.”
He gave both women an easy smile. “I’ll go find her.” His gaze stilled on Amanda. “Congratulations again.”
“Thanks.”
Well, he certainly knew now why the two women had a hard relationship…her sister liked to be the center of attention. Two seconds in her company and that had been clear.
He scanned the crowd and spotted her father. The man was standing with three people, none of whom were Fiona.
Maybe she went to the bathroom? He headed that way but paused when he heard pounding on an exterior door. Then he heard a voice…Fiona’s voice.
With a frown, he pivoted, stopping by the door. He tried the handle. Though it wasn’t locked, it seemed jammed.
“Can anyone hear me? Can someone open the door?”
Using strength a normal man didn’t have, he yanked it open.
Fiona’s eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, thank you, Callum! It’s freezing out here!”
He cursed at the sight of her almost-blue lips. When he touched her bare arms, they were like ice. “How long have you been out there?”
She shook her head, arms wrapped around her waist as she stepped inside. “I don’t know. I don’t have my phone. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes?”
Too damn long. He chafed her arms. “Why’d you go outside?”
“I thought I saw…” She stopped, then shook her head again. “I just stepped out there and the door flew shut.”
“It must have flown shut hard.”
When a shudder racked her spine, he growled. “Come on. We should go back to the room so you can get warm.”
“No. I can’t leave the reception. People will talk. I’ve already been gone long enough.”
He cursed again. He wanted to get her into a hot shower, but he understood what she was saying.
“I’m okay,” she said softly, as if reading his thoughts.
With a sigh, he tugged her against his side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, still not fully understanding how the hell she’d gotten stuck outside.
CHAPTER12
What the heck had she been thinking? Following some random woman outside and getting herself locked out in the cold.
Stupid.
An hour had passed since Callum had found her, and Fiona was only just starting to feel her fingers again. Of course, his arm around her shoulders wasn’t terrible. And the way he intermittently rubbed her bare arm almost made the little ordeal worth it. She should probably tell him she was okay, maybe inch away, but who the hell ever did what they were supposed to do?
She sipped on another glass of juice. She’d been tempted to switch to wine to warm her insides but had decided not to. She didnotneed a repeat of the embarrassing bathroom incident from last night.
Stacey and a couple other cousins sat at the table with them, and Callum fit in like he’d known these people for years. He joked. Smiled. Told stories that had the entire group throwing their heads back and belly laughing. But was she surprised? Nope. She’d already surmised he was the ideal guy, so of course he had to fit in with people he’d only just met.
Her phone vibrated from the table.
Jenny: How’s the wedding?
Grinning, Fiona lifted her phone and responded quickly.
