At leastthisCade brother didn’t go stiff at the mention of Emily’s sister.
“Sure is,” she said, and glanced at them. “Anything else I can do for you gentlemen? I have a ball to run.”
Hunt winced. “Yeah, actually. I’ve got a drunk woman on the dock who keeps reaching for my junk—not that I mind, but she isn’t exactly fit for the ballroom. And my orders from the big guy were to stick around.”
Emily sighed and stared at the ceiling. Was it just this evening she was telling herself how great it was to work here? “She can’t be with the Shin group, or she’d be at the party. Call the woman a cab and send her home.”
Hunt looked disappointed. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Fine, I’ll be good tonight.” He started to walk away.
“And every night,” she called out.
He held up his hand without looking back. But somehow she didn’t think he’d take her seriously.
“Uh-oh.” Bran was looking over her head. Spending so much time around these brothers was beginning to make her feel short.
Emily’s phone vibrated in her hand, and she snarled at the text message.No more champagne?What the hell? “Please tell me whatever you’re uh-ohing about is something minor.”
Bran rubbed his jaw. “Depends on your definition of minor. Wes is talking to one of the Shin employees.”
She glanced back. Wes was indeed schmoozing with one of the guests. “And?”
Adam looked over as well. “Ahh. Yeah, that could be a problem.”
Bran gave Adam a knowing look. “Exactly.”
Emily made a slicing motion near her neck. “I’ve had it up to here with you Cades. One of you tell me what is going on before Ilose it.”
They stared at her.
“Touchy,” Adam said. When her eyes widened in a deadly look, he said, “All right, the reason Bran pointed out Wes putting the moves on the Shin employee is because Wes is a bit of a dog to women these days.”
“Why is that a problem?” She glanced back at her phone, frowning. “They’re adults. They can do what they want. Maybe if she leaves here with a smile, she’ll be more inclined to come back.”
Bran rubbed the back of his neck. “See, that’s the thing. Wes isn’t in a good place.”
Adam tipped his head back. “Hasn’t been in what, three, four years?”
“About that.” Bran nodded. “So because of this rough patch, he’s a bit of a…”
Emily flung her hands up. “Spit. It. Out.”
“An ass. To women,” Bran said.
“Huge ass,” Adam agreed.
Emily raised her hands and rubbed her temples. “How do we stop him from being an ass to her?”
She glanced up when neither answered.
Bran shrugged. “Never tried cock-blocking one of my brothers.”
“There was that one time—” Adam started.
Emily glared at them. “Forget it. I’ll take care of it. And Bran, I don’t care how you do it, but get more champagne. Drive to a liquor store if you have to.” She held up her phone, shoving the text message she’d received in his face. “We just ran out.”
Adam checked his watch. The one with the fat diamond at the twelve hour. This Cade brother didn’t deprive himself of the finer things in life. “Hayden’s off work. I gotta go.” He looked around once more. “Too bad I missed Levi. Tell him good luck for me.” Adam smirked.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Emily said. “Point out the problems and then ditch us.”
