I don’t even try to come back with a response. To be honest, it feels good to have a man openly express his attraction to me. I can’t say even if Matt weren’t in the picture I’d take Don up on his offer, but it is a confidence booster to have this handsome man flirt with me.
“Donnie, leave the woman alone. Can’t you see she’s not interested? Besides, we all know Janine’s been waiting on me.”
I turn to see yet another drop dead gorgeous Rescue Four member approach us.It really must be something in the water over there, I muse. Where Don’s skin is an olive complexion, Corey’s is only a few shades lighter than my own dark brown coloring. He appears to be about an inch or so taller than Don’s just over six-foot height. Both men wear identical tuxedos that hang in a way that you know they were specifically tailored for their individual bodies.
“What’s going on here?”
Oh Lord. Yet another one. His name is Carter. Blond hair, blue-eyes, and damned perfect. Just like the rest of them. However, despite Carter’s appeal, he reminds me too much of my own boyfriend, which oddly makes him less appealing.
“Janine, are these two fools bothering you?” Carter’s crystal blue gaze turns to me.
I don’t even have time to respond before Corey answers.
“For your information, I was rescuing Ms. Janine, here, from Donnie. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some pictures to take and a reception to get to,” Corey states, smoothly, wrapping his hand around my waist.
I don’t argue as I go along with Corey’s hold. Don and Carter follow us, continuing to bicker. I’d bet money these guys are a riot down at the station.
****
“This peach color looks beautiful on you.”
Smiling, I turn to the woman of the hour. Angela is beaming. Her smile is so wide, I’m pretty sure all thirty-two of her pearly whites are on display.
“Congratulations on choosing bridesmaids’ dresses thatactuallyflatter your bridesmaids,” I retort, grinning. I smooth down the sides of the satin dress that stops just above my knees. The off-the-shoulder top of the dress does accentuate my collarbones, which are one of my best features.
“You’re welcome.” Angela smirks as we stand at the center of the bar she owns named Charlie’s.She named it after her father. Around us, the wedding guests dance, eat, and sip champagne in celebration of the happy couple.
“Eric still hasn’t told you where you’re honeymooning, has he?”
Pouting, Angela shakes her head. “No, and I wish he would.”
I give her a one shoulder shrug. “Why? Wherever you end up, it’s not like you’ll make it out of the hotel room.”
“You’re probably right.” Angela and I both giggle.
“Now, there’s a sight to behold. The two most gorgeous women in the room, laughing. Be still my heart.”
I roll my eyes, laughing again as Don emerges from behind me.
“Hey, Don,” Angela greets.
“Mrs. Kim,” he nods, using Angela’s married name. “I’m trying to get your friend here to dance with me, but she keeps brushing me off. My feelings are hurt.” He tilts his head to the side and tries for the puppy dog look. If I didn’t know any better ...
“That’s notallhe’s trying to get me to do,” I comment, giving Don a mock, stern expression.
“A dance is a great start to the rest.” He winks.
Laughing, I shake my head. “Angela, will you please tell this man I have a boyfriend?”
Angela raises an eyebrow at me and gives me an “are you serious”look.
Here we go.
“He’s not here,” Don speaks before Angela can.
The pit in my stomach grows at his reminder. That envious feeling from earlier begins to emerge once again. Sighing, I use my hand to smooth down my hair. I hate that Angela had all of her bridesmaids wear these chignons. She knows I prefer having my hair down, to hide my ears. I swear they poke out too far.
“He’s got a point.”
