“You just don’t want to talk about what color napkin to have with linens?”
“God, no,” he said.
She heaved out a breath. “I’m putting a dress on.”
“Not heels, right?”
The horrified look on his face had her stomping to the bar and baring her teeth. “I won’t trip.”
“You better not,” he said.
He squinted his eyes. Not mean this time. Almost light. “Are you picking on me?”
His lips twitched just a smidge. As if he was fighting not to laugh.
Could he actually be flirting with her again?
Nah.
He didn’t answer her, but shrugged. “Most of the setup is done,” he said. “My mother will be here soon to talk to the caterers.”
“I know,” she said. “I talked to Brooke last night. She’s going to show me what she does so I know the next time. My understanding is you’re paying me so she can phase out of this.”
“Yes,” he said. “She needs a break. She works too hard. All this is for my parents to cut back, not that they have much, but with Reenie I’ve seen a bit.”
“You know, you’re not as hard as you want everyone to think you are,” she said.
“Don’t bet on it.”
She’d said that to him before and he replied just the same. So much for him warming up.
She walked away from him.
This was the first time she’d seen him since she’d made a fool of herself drinking his cider too fast. Maybe she thought he’d be nicer, but instead he was almost more dismissive of her.
She didn’t know why she was trying to figure him out and told herself to not put the effort in.
She was here to do a job, not make friends with her boss.
When she was finished with the pictures, the caterers pulled up. She showed them the kitchen, answered as many questions as she could. She had to get Clay for a few things and he went to get his mother.
It wasn’t her fault she didn’t know where things were located. Shouldn’t he know that?
Brooke came rushing in. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the time.”
“No worries,” she said. “I should have been more prepared for them.”
“We’re early,” the guy said, as he was unloading trays of food from his van. “We wanted to get the buffet table set. Does anyone know where the bride wants it?”
“I do,” Meredith said. She was proud to have that information because she thought enough to ask those things.
She and Clay set the table up. More like he did it and yelled at her to get out of the way so she didn’t drop it on her foot.
“Anything else you need me to do?” he asked.
“Go take some friendly pills,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’re going to scare people away and they won’t want to come back.”
He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and moved back to the bar.
