“Don’t worry about it,” I told him. “I’ll go get the bouquet and get your driver in position.”
“Is she serious?” Rix repeated.
“It’s taken care of, mate,” Dair said.
Rix looked at Dair.
I looked at Dair.
He looked pissed. He looked upset.
All in all, he looked wrecked.
My heart squeezed.
“We sorted it,” he said to Rix. “Alex doesn’t have to know.”
Rix turned to me.
“He’s right. She never has to know,” I reiterated.
Rix didn’t take his eyes from me.
This went on so long, I was having trouble not squirming.
Finally, he spoke, “Broke your back makin’ this a good day for her. Then you had to put up with that shit?”
“It’s over and done, Rix.” Well, not for Kenna, sadly. “Put it out of your head. The best part of this whole wedding thing is about five minutes away for you.”
At this juncture, my espresso martini splashed all over my hand because, after I quit speaking, Rix’s hand darted out and caught me at the back of my head. He pulled me to him and kissed the top of my hair.
“Appreciate you and all your hard work,” he said there.
And seriously.
Would everyone stop trying to make me cry?
“She does too,” he finished.
Gah!
He let me go but looked down at me. “Get the bouquet, babe.”
I sniffed hard and nodded.
Rix smiled, but his smile didn’t last long before he asked, “You okay with that mess?”
I wasn’t going to tell him it wasn’t news to me.
“I’m fine,” I answered.
“Probably helped that the lassie got a good wallop in on the old tart,” Dair muttered into his whisky.
“What?” Davina asked, her voice breathy.
“What?” Rix grunted, his voice stunned.
“Well, uh…” I didn’t quite begin.
